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letra de no roof - robb bank$

[intro]
no rooftops!

[hook: robb banks]
i f-cked your b-tch on a rooftop
she sucked my d-ck on a futon
stop, drop, you’ll get rolled
glock, too hot
little b-tches love phone and that new drop
got paper, no coupon
please do not go there with me
two get it up out of three
pouya he goin’ bout’ me
my savages goin’ ’bout me
i keep your hoe around me
i keep your hoe on that knee
i kick in your door, take the key
i get you off for a fee

[verse 1: pouya]
we gettin’ straight to the business
these other rappers get diminished
i know you not talkin’ to me with that tone
listen hoe shut your mouth let me finish
phone won’t stop ringin’ i think i need vonage
been around the world still never been to college
f-ck that, bust leave another man fallen
two phones put him in a coffin
this weak -ss hoe ain’t shit
this b-tch sip piss right outta my d-ck, recline
the cadillac seats to the point i can’t see two feet in front of me, you dealin’ with a g
b-tch don’t worry what i’m up to
gettin money while you thinkin’ that i ducked you
plus ain’t n-body really wanna f-ck you
just sucked my d-ck and you thinkin’ i love you

[verse 3: fat nick]
walk around with a heater, run off with a pack got me doing my rear
don’t need her, don’t lover her, gon’ f-ck her, no glove on
i’m poppin’ prescription, n-gg-, they go and i turn up
baby tough flexing margiela
my dreads are designer, i mix and i match
and b-tch you can’t trust her
finesse on the snapchat
[?]
i’m mixing those fashions
big gon’ come our way
blowing racks today
got a thirty by the side, she hear me talkin’ cray
viva mis amis, bih’ it up my face
spanish b-tch on my d-ck, ándale

[hook: robb banks]
i f-cked your b-tch on a rooftop
she sucked my d-ck on a futon
stop, drop, you’ll get rolled
glock, too hot
little b-tches love phone and that new drop
got paid by no coupon
please do not go there with me
two get it up out of three
pull your heat, go on about me
my savages goin’ ’bout me
i keep your hoe around me
i keep your hoe on that knee
i kick in your door, take the key
i get you off for a fee

[verse 4: dooney montana]
stylish life, it’s so boring
n-gg-, f-ck what you heard
that sucker shit should write down
that sucker shit should write down
and we got drop that should stick to the bottle
you sock that c-ck that should stick to the bottle
man, i got my n-gg-s you know [?]
i keep ’em around me and [?]

[verse 5: kie money]
i dropped my lean in the fanta
she give me neck in the phantom
then i go f-ck on her dancer
her -ss like a peach she straight from atlanta
this shit is all from the dark side
b-tches hop in when that car slide
she hop on that d-ck for a long ride then i kick her out when the sun rise

[verse 6: ?]
a1 my [?] gotta clear this -ssault
i tied her down like a bath robe
hate how i stunt, started callin’ me -sshole
my d-ck up, that’s a flagpole
throwin’ chains on the [?]
i got the game for a rachet hoe
my brother, my keeper the savage cold
duty [?]

[verse 7: ?]
i ride up on your hoe
put my d-ck in her throat
i just f-ck her then go
now she be callin’ me ghost
me i be smokin’ that dope
soon as i walk in that door
pussy n-gg-, know that i got it

- robb bank

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