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robb bank$ - snappin on em كلمات أغنية

[intro]
how i’m gon’ find love if she keep starin’ at my wrist, ay?
how she gon’ talk wit’ a mouth full of kids, yeah?
i said that i wouldn’t but you know that i did
i had to cheat on my b_tch to live like this, f_ck n_gga
fast music, 954, let’s run it
run that, run that sh_t back
play that sh_t

[verse]
y’all n_ggas asked, y’all should’ve got smoked
playin’ street games when you know that y’all hoes
act like it’s motion but y’all n_ggas broke
imagine me trickin’ my last on a hoe
y’all n_ggas be different, y’all lame [?]
as long as they feel me, i don’t need you to like me
we’ll bleach your b_tch’s ass and them ashy ass nikes
y’all got your lil’ future wifey turnin’ body, ay
make a b_tch drop dead whenever i pop out
[?] hair, drop head, uh, b_tch see me slime
b_tch tailed to thе trap fast, bought a whole bottle
and a xan, and an addy, and a tab, and a valium
swear my nеck, and my wrist, and my ears on freeze
a b_tch know i been k!llin’ you p_ssies, it’s a breeze
‘fore i f_ck her by the threes, tens, and fourteens
god body, lowkey, these n_ggas dope fiends
n_gga lil’ birdman, yeah, the number two stunna
how you n_ggas have the motion and you livin’ wit’ your momma?
i got that bag and them nails so you buy out my pocket
she chose, stop cryin’, everybody talkin’ ’bout it
anytime, i choose money over that b_tch (b_tch)
i don’t give a f_ck ’bout your day or what you did (swear)
can’t trip me no matter how good the p_ssy is
grown ass man, i don’t think wit’ my d_ck
how i’m gon’ find love if she keep starin’ at my wrist, ay?
how she gon’ talk wit’ a mouth full of kids, yeah?
i said that i wouldn’t but you know that i did
i had to cheat on my b_tch, need to live like this
n_gga, you were never raw, you a flunk
i just bought her a rose_ario dawson, told her to use it whenever she lonely (swear)
that’s my mini stallion, that’s my little pony
i’m a 430 og, headbustin’ lil’ homie
boonie boys, doonie boys, 4_3_ever, lil’ woadie
and my professional bad b_tch, [?] out the country
and i pride myself
[outro]
play that sh_t, 430
yeah, yeah, let’s get it, n_gga, n_gga
uh, just bob wit’ your boy, man
uh, just bob wit’ your boy, man
uh, just bob wit’ your boy, man
uh, just bob wit’ your boy, man
uh, just bob wit’ your boy, man
uh, just bob wit’ your boy, man
uh, just bob wit’ your boy, man
uh, just bob wit’ your boy, man

- robb bank

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