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letra de hollaback - robb bank$

[intro]
aye man, lemme tell you somethin’, you feel me. you ever— (lemme tell you somethin’) you ever get a b-tch, right, and you nut in her, and then you put your fingers in her, pull the nut out, and put in in her mouth? you feel me? (f-ck me) we gettin’ mad dark, you know? (i think i might be happy)

[chorus]
uh huh, that’s yo b-tch
she came to molly world and sucked a rich n-gga d-ck (yeah, yeah)
yeah, few hoes i put up on that track (ooh)
she ride d-ck like seabiscuit and she can take it from the back (wak)
i got a thirty round clip for yo man, girl (bah)
he f-cked up if he think i just rap, girl (swear)
yeah, two hoes i took ’em down like shaq (ch-chyeah)
if that p-ssy too wet, then i’ma start doin’ laps
you squirt on me, then i p-ss back, girl
you tried stuntin’ on me, now you mad, girl (let’s get it)

[post-chorus]
yeah, bentley, ‘rari, foreign, audi (rah)
made her f-ck on top the masi (wah)
naked twister, kamikaze (woop, woop woop, woop)
a n-gga play with griffith, i got zodd right behind me (yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
who want war wit’ me, who want storm me (yeah)
can’t out-bar me, can’t out-bar me (swear)
she won’t f-ck me, gave her molly (yeah)
yeah, b-tch, i got your wife in the suburban right behind me (chyeah)

[verse 1]
you heard that she had sucked my d-ck
and her wedding ring—she always wear it (yeah, yeah)
and ya ain’t finna do nothin’ bought that
like i won’t shoot this muf-cka up (cleh, bah)
so i’m sittin’ here with a big four fif’
and i bang that b-tch til yo ass can’t hear it (pew, pew, pew)
ain’t even much finna talk about that
before all the ssets get fired up (sset)

[bridge]
this clip, a banana
b-a-n-a-n-a-s
sleep n-ggas, knock them out they pajamas
realize you f-ckin’ with the best (wah)
these n-ggas can’t hold a candle
when they standin’ next to fem’ (woop, wah, wah)
nickname fem’ like the opposite s-x
and wit’ a ‘to just for a lil kick

[verse 2]
dunk in it like malone, i pounce on top a b-tch
only n-gga f-ckin’ with me my shadow, i beef with him
rolls royce, controlled by voice, i’m done with it
come out the phantom, i’m in it like danny, ectoplasm rich
yeah i got a xj-9, teenage robot b-tch
she want that nick at nite, put that slime on her chest
i sell a whole kilo like my last name kish
i’m a staple in the game like my first name vince

[bridge]
this clip, a banana
b-a-n-a-n-a-s (swear)
sleep n-ggas, knock them out they pajamas (wah)
realize you f-ckin’ with the best (wah)
these n-ggas can’t hold a candle
when they standin’ next to fem’ (phew)
nickname fem’ like the opposite s-x
and wit’ a ‘to just for a lil kick (yeah, yeah)

[chorus]
yeah, few hoes i put up on that track (ooh)
she ride d-ck like seabiscuit and she can take it from the back (wak)
i got a thirty round clip for yo man, girl (bah)
he f-cked up if he think i just rap, girl (swear)
yeah, two hoes i took ’em down like shaq (ch-chyeah)
if that p-ssy too wet, then i’ma start doin’ laps (pew)
you squirt on me, then i p-ss back, girl
you tried stuntin’ on me, now you mad, girl (let’s get it)

[post-chorus]
yeah, bentley, ‘rari, foreign, audi
made her f-ck on top the masi
naked twister, kamikaze
a n-gga play with griffith, i got zodd right behind me (yeah)
who want war wit’ me, who want storm me
can’t out-bar me, can’t out-bar me
she won’t f-ck me, gave her molly
yeah, b-tch, i got your wife in the suburban right behind me

[outro]
we off the sudda-dutta-stutta, holmes
we off the ink-bink-blink, moscato
and we off some other sh-t, you feel me

- robb bank

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