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letra de control - robb bank$

[intro]
black money boys deathrow, f-ck n-gga
i don’t know why these n-ggas tryna be like me
bein’ a n-gga like me ain’t easy. sh-t hard, hard, real hard (loko)
yeah, big dog, yeah yeah

[verse 1]
me i like flexin’, like flossin’
you too much concerned with the lies and the flodgin’
lebanese b-tch and she bossin’
ain’t too picky, like ‘em lightskin or darkskin
hol’ up stop the track
gimme 15 minutes, ‘bout to break her back
i came in for all the racks
they set this b-tch up, we gon’ send it right back
i get it all face, no mask
since when you n-ggas tough? y’all make me laugh
i secured all the bags
could never fit the fonk
lightskin got a black
these n-ggas goin’ out sad
you couldn’t call my bluff
you [?] showed you where it’s at
i slide through and beez the trap
beat-beat-beat, beat it up then spazz
yea hold on give me 10 more minutes to beat her back in
i’m finna go lizzo, show my ass ‘fore the track end
i put it in the front end before i go get the back end
she said she wanna f-ck in the bentley she need subtraction
whole pint of tris, i just spiked it with acid
bet she gon’ suck on that d-ck ‘til it’s flaccid
she pulled up and got split in half like a fraction
i’m mr. 0-to-100, i’m [?]
430 deathless, make her do magic
no hunger games we all eat in my faction
i bust all the bells down, fn made of plastic
your b-tch at my house waitin’ right now i had it (yeah)
i feel ecstasy enter me
walk ‘round the house and i speak to the entities
promethazine codeine so plush call it trisamine
came to the bird house for lunch, ate her like sesame
[hook]
fee-fi-fo attack
can’t no f-ck n-gga hold me back
pour into my soda, black
count it all up control the racks
n-gga can’t hold me back
count it all up, control the racks
n-gga can’t hold me back
count it all up, control the racks

[verse 2]
yeah n-gga bantam weight, rousey
how the f-ck you doubt me?
i’m takin’ off her blousey
next come the trouseys
own all my maters, b-tch steve stoute
i ain’t with all the banter
get the f-ck from ‘round me
teardrops fallin’ right from ya momma eyes
these n-ggas cat but don’t got 9 lives
pew, pew, pew, 1 shot make ‘em cry
teardrop gang, to you, from i
ay-ay-ay-ay, [?]
next to the phantom, while i play piano
your album was ass, anthony fantano
couldn’t hold a candle, on wax like this mantle
i’m way in the islands, took yo b-tch to sandles
f-cked her like a mermaid, turned into atlantis
[hook]
fee-fi-fo attack
can’t no f-ck n-gga hold me back
pour into my soda, black
count it all up control the racks
n-gga can’t hold me back
count it all up, control the racks
n-gga can’t hold me back
count it all up, control the racks

- robb bank

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