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letra de koffing - robb bank$

[intro]

jumped off the porch, for real
f-ck you and your hood, for real
n-gga, you wasn’t on nothin’ for real, p-ssy
p-ssy, y’all just high on pills
b-tch, talkin’ ’bout bread, i’m the loaf
follow the leader, you follow the crumbs
n-gga, do this sh-t for sport

empire mixtapes, not for the weak-hearted
holy sh-, yeah, where’d you find this?
ayy (evil empire) c-c-cuff yo chick

[verse]
yeah, yeah, yeah (b-tch)
thought ’bout this one while i was gettin’ my d-ck sucked at a bum-ass apartment
i really had a b-tch eat another b-tch while i f-cked a b-tch when i was in new orleans
n-gga, you was havin’ a midlife crisis, i did your wife like marcus jordan
it’s the marcus garvey of recording, turn up the game while i’m f-ckin’ talkin’, n-gga
what they on? i told your bm, “drop that low”
if we get you out of there within a day, i’ll let it come with me on tour
n-gga your bm will feel honored if i named-dropped her in a song
like how you name-drop n-ggas’ names when you round hoes just like a hoe?
groupie n-gga, jumped off the porch for real
f-ck you and your hood for real, n-gga
you wasn’t on nothin’ for real, p-ssy
y’all just high on pills, b-tch
talkin’ ’bout bread, i’m the loaf
follow the leader, you follow the crumbs
n-gga, do this sh-t for sport
i hit ’em from half court
[hook]
i ordered filet mignon and bought her nuggets and told her “be gone”
she was just on the grammy and sauce, and you took the b-tch to carbone
yes, sset turned me up, n-gga, you already know what i’m on
gotta know i never wore v-lone, and i know you got a wraith with a loan
you is not the owner of that car that is a loaner
i got stones in california, and i still hang on the corner
ay hit, gone, same day, crank, kick, lui kang, oil spilled, b-tch
your brother got me coughin’ in this b-tch

[verse]
i got justin all in the backwood, b-tch
can’t beef you, not in my bracket, n-gga
when they walk by, i start laughin’, p-ssy
now what’s today’s mathematics, ho?
f-ckin’ inglorious b-st-rds
bird gang, sw-ng for my chain
built for white, gold, cuban links
n-gga, i got on three cuban links
n-gga, i done had your b-tch before
pause, stop, then fast-forward
rewind, we finna pass her n-gga
i’m the promethazine pastor (codeine)
y’all n-ggas be pourin’ up backwards
all that green you on bruce banner
what the f-ck you think you always mad for?
get some money, control your anger, n-gga
[hook]
i ordered filet mignon and bought her nuggets and told her “be gone”
she was just on the grammy and sauce, and you took the b-tch to carbone
yes, sset turned me up, n-gga, you already know what i’m on
gotta know i never wore v-lone, and i know you got a wraith with a loan
you is not the owner of that car that is a loaner
i got stones in california and i still hang on the corner
i got hit, gone, same day, crank, kick, lui kang, oil spilled, b-tch
your brother got me coughin’ in this b-tch

[outro]
pardon the interruption for this little smoke break
it’s evil empire
(yeah, n-gga)

- robb bank

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