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letra de hallucinating - robb bank$

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[chorus: robb bank$]
ay
i got me a real one and an blasian on the way (yuh)
you thought that i f-cked yo b-tch – correct assumption, mane (yeah)
i got me a lebanese and a chinese thang (ay)
you thought that i flew her out – yeah i put her on the plane (mwah)

put that d-ck in her face, tell ’em
imma grab her by the waist, tell ’em (yeah)
take that d-ck in her back, tell ’em
i had to count up the racks, tell ’em
keepin it wrapped up the packs, tell ’em
i had to walk out the trap to sell ‘еm (set!)
you young n-ggas going out bad, bail ’em
400 n-gga you had bettеr not bail ’em

[post chorus: robb bank$]
fort lauderdale, florida, real deal feelin’
broward county n-ggas bought the building
i’m in east atlanta, my b-tch from columbia
cuz i ain’t from atlanta, call up on moretta

[verse 1: tony shhnow]
he find out young tony f-ckin his b-tch, that pain was excruciatin’
shawty seen me, thought she found the one – she must be hallucinating
i still got that work like an orientation
trip on that fur coat and stop all sh-t, i don’t need a vacation
i’m good with the plug, we parlay with the ticket
snakes in the grass and my cellphone cricket
finnessing, don’t ask me i did it
it tucked in my jeans and i’m pushin’ big business
i’m thumbin’ blues, you going sad for these b-tches
i go out in the bank and i talk to my twizzy
my shooter awesome ay shot with that glizzy

i’m smokin’ on good wit a badass b-tch from the trenches
i’m booked at hard knocks, i had perfect attendance
i cut out nintendo cuz n-gga be switchin’
you can’t be a man cuz you do all that b-tchin’
versace my eyelid, my side a lil’ tinted
my n-ggas ball, we ain’t shootin’ no scrimmage
you move in my home, you can live where i’m livin’

[chorus: robb bank$]
ay
i got me a real one and an blasian on the way (yuh)
you thought that i f-cked yo b-tch – correct assumption, mane (yeah)
i got me a lebanese and a chinese thang (muahh)
you thought that i flew her out – yeah i put her on the plane (period)

put that d-ck in her face, tell ’em
imma grab her by the waist, tell ’em (yeah)
take that d-ck in her back, tell ’em
i had to count up the racks, tell ’em
keepin it wrapped up the packs, tell ’em
i had to walk out the trap to sell ’em (set!)
you young n-ggas going out bad, bail ’em
400 n-gga you had better not bail ’em
[verse 2: robb bank$]
b-tch i be getting money, even tho a n-gga been hardbody
met yo gang, n-gga, that’s yo’ set?
i bet dem n-ggas is p-ssy prolly, i swear (b-tch)
they shut down fridays, i took my talents way to onyx

i got new b-tch comin’ and pull up on me
i can give you that d-ck if you gettin money (punk ass b-tch)
they ain’t need the combination, these f-ck n-ggas be my inspi-ray-ray-tion (yuh)
shoot (shoot)
shoot like gary payton (i swear)
i got a thick thai red b-tch waiting out in macon (yuh)
white b-tch a buckhead, better eat it up, better not say nothin’

[chorus: robb bank$]
ay
i got me a real one and an blasian on the way (yuh)
you thought that i f-cked yo b-tch – correct assumption, mane (yeah)
i got me a lebanese and a chinese thang (muahh)
you thought that i flew her out – yeah i put her on the plane (period)

put that d-ck in her face, tell ’em
imma grab her by the waist, tell ’em (yeah)
take that d-ck in her back, tell ’em
i had to count up the racks, tell ’em
keepin it wrapped up the packs, tell ’em
i had to walk out the trap to sell ’em (set!)
you young n-ggas going out bad, bail ’em
400 n-gga you had better not bail ’em

- robb bank

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