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letra de overstand - robb bank$ & tony shhnow

[verse 1: robb bank$]
aye, aye, aye, n-gga
n-gga, i’m in a robot, jump out the face
put a hoe to sleep
put a p-ssy n-gga in they place
no, ain’t nothing sweet
i’m in la like my name reid
sign me to la face
n-ggas go out like they j reed
they in way too deep
yeah, i pour light, cause i’m heavy on the rich, n-gga
air bud something, how my dog’s shootin’ sh-t, n-gga
i’m made in miami, say “period” when i hit, n-gga
made her pause, walk in with my new broad, turn heads, n-gga
need a table to talk to me in person
i got molly working
i get surgical, a real surgeon
botch all of the work
i got a picture of a pint of drank ’round my neck in a locket
give ciara a body party
brighten up ya’ future, probably

[chorus]
i ain’t no p-ssy ass n-gga
dig what i’m sayin’?
i’m a rapper, but i’m still a gorilla
dig what i’m sayin’?
i’ll whip ya’ like the thriller-manilla
dig what i’m sayin’?
every toe in these balenci’s got blisters
dig what i’m sayin’? (come on)
[verse 2: dram]
aye, i’m supposed to have nice things
that’s why i got these big ass chains and these diamond rings
god d-mn, this spliff spicy as f-ck
i missed her, f-ck her real good for one night and i’m done
everybody in the room pay attention when i’m rollin’ one up
n-ggas can’t believe they eyes, the sh-t is purple as f-ck
man, i can’t believe n-ggas is hurtin’ for bud
my whole life circulate around drugs
i’m in the cut with a thick as woman
it sound like mac and cheese, banana puddin’
thinkin’ ’bout jackin’ me? a n-gga shouldn’t
ya’ mama taught you better, you bought to get a whoopin’

[verse 3: tony shhnow]
???, still got sticks how i’m playin’
yo’ b-tch a freak, eat d-ck with both hands
these diamonds fresh up out the water, they got baptized
yo’ b-tch give me laptop, i give her hard drive
who you know on billboard tiktok and don’t have a tiktok?
all my young n-ggas ballin’ they can’t hit a gym shot, yeah
don’t like my b-tch, see her friend, flip flop, yeah
i’m punchin’ tickets, will smith, chris rock
i pulled more b-tches than biggie and pac
so much bottega, man, my b-tch really a op
i got a shooter in here look like static shock
they say “ain’t no more money in this rap sh-t”
sh-t, i’m up right now, and i’m havin’ it
i twist my wrist in the kitchen like a hat trick
i done did everything this year except a backflip
tony shhnow, the eskimo, buddy a b-tch
i can’t f-ck her for too long, i’ll hurt the b-tch
you can’t even come around me with that nervous sh-t
430, stand up like the army, call me “sergeant bricks”
why we ain’t rob you? you ain’t worth the l!ck
my f&n my baby girl, i’m ’bout to burp this b-tch
i just bought a new chop, it got a wide range kick
i’m pourin’ different colors like a power ranger fit
[chorus]
i ain’t no p-ssy ass n-gga
dig what i’m sayin’?
i’m a rapper, but i’m still a gorilla
dig what i’m sayin’?
i’ll whip ya’ like the thriller-manilla
dig what i’m sayin’?
every toe in these balenci’s got blisters
dig what i’m sayin’? (come on)

- robb bank tony shhnow

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