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letra de new york (ny) - robb bank$

[skit]
i’mma keep, i’mma keep it gully with you yo
this whole character this..
yo i’m not feelin it yo
n-gga the f-ck are you really on n-gga
rappin bout’ f-ckin naruto and cartoons and sh-t
playing with pokemon cards n-gga
what the f-ck you on son
needa’ get yo f-ckin’ mind right yo
seen him talkin bout being in new york, when n-gga, when?
you ain’t come to bh nowhere in harlem we seen you son
word to my mother on every side of her family yo
kids, neices, nephews
-gunshots-

[intro]
p-ssy n-gga tell me how it feel
pie is only cool, until its off the window sill

[hook]
new york, b-tch i’m out in new york
sh-t, i just lit a newport
i made yo main retwist my new growth
said i’m feeling like i’m new york
i brought floridians to new york
i already f-cked your new ho
still pour em’ dirty sprite tell em its nuvo

[verse 1: robb bank$]
what the f-ck these new n-ggas mean
cuff in flood waters (?)
bet you the skyscr-per don’t
bank$ got twinkies in 2013
florida heat, basquiat my jalapeño with a habanero
put your sister in a carrera and dirty in her sierra
aye that whitey new n-gga from my city gettin’ to starin’
water fill up they eye, hot boy make em cry
and i got new editions to my set up room stop playin with me
think i can’t get bike on point
but the plug cause my motherf-ckin state crooked
and i heard your shone been acting brand new boy that p-ssy ache for me
bunny ears down the rabbit hole wishing she could be phlo
touchin’ but i need more, and i bet she don’t say sh-t
burn n-gga with calendars so they can learn the basics

[hook]

[verse 2: robb bank$]
new word around twitter “robb bank$ is raider klan”
new word around twitter “bank$ lying bout’ his daddy”
new word around twitter “bank$ got pressure when he land”
but ain’t no word around broward i’m tryna’ see where y’all at
f-ck n-gga i ain’t new to this business got family been jugin’ centuries
blood line heavy but she feather weight when i pick her up and i hit her with my steak
but boy never again one strip club that a n-gga slipped lost all my bread
which i made a little better, had every b-tch there lying hands through my dreadlocks
my b-tch in the sand like shikaku while you thumb checks through drive-thru’s
been dead broke and lied to, now i’m in that ape like naraku
i got bands, like high school
like your parents garage
free place to get off and you call now you get one free like a sham-wow

[hook]

- robb bank

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