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letra de real rap - robb bank$

[intro]
now, without further ado, welcome to tha leak 3
rasclaat, look who the f-ck is back
yeah, yo, yo, yo, f-ck n-gga
this sh-t real rap, n-gga, yeah
leak 3, also known as greatest hits
you are now listening to tha leak 3
p-ssy n-gga (play that sh-t)
one robb, one femto (play that sh-t)
ayy

[chorus]
as i proceed to hit the motherf-ckin’ weed
i be givin’ you exactly what you need
some b-tches ain’t my type, some hoes not my speed
but i’m still drivin’ ’em wild, make sure they crash out and come to me

[verse]
[?], i come wit’ smoke
the same sh-t that you ducked when we was on tour
got on that stage and watched you choke
i tried to hold it down and be broke
sh-t disgusted me, you let p-ssy n-ggas be the ones to extort
i would’ve bust their head for you
but i had to let a ho be a ho, baby
you was never on what i was on, my baby
the world already know my baby
it’s long live my brothers, baby
i be fightin’ back the tears lately, yeah
and this [?] doin’ in front of daddy’s house
wish we never fell out ’cause [?] know i would’ve aired it out
they [?], you from jail 2016
there was potential that i seen
should’ve let you stay in the canteen, n-gga
because you’d probably still be here right now
it hit deep when it’s dead loved ones that i’m writin’ ’bout
real g to my baby, chantin’ for me
four people that i love, dead in one year
i don’t want peace, n-gga
i want to circle sh-t like a scantron
no p-ssy test what we be on
the sh-t i built, the sh-t i bought, the sh-t all of us bled for
drop, hear that [?] sing
fast forward 2k24, any wh0re that you name, my boo thang
lil’ baby done f-ck ’round and got road rage, drove her insane
what the f-ck this ho think, she must’ve gave me all her brain, for real
she think i’m bustin’ anywhere but her face, n-gga
this ho got to be nutty thinkin’ she have my babies, yeah
i be out here sellin’ frenchies ‘fore i breed one of these b-tches
and get caught up like you n-ggas, playin’ malcolm in the middle
lot of sh-t i be sayin’ wrong, femto, deleon
f-ck her wit’ my [?] on, n-ggas was never on what we was on
feel like frank [?] frank [?] mixed wit’ sinatra
crucified me a few times, you know all my stigmatas, n-gga
broward baby, brooklyn baby
at a bodega like i’m [?]
whole world was waitin’ for me to f-ck up and cheat on–
the live shows so good, i got a residency at rolling loud
so how the f-ck you thought yo’ b-tch wouldn’t let me perform inside [?], n-gga?
[chorus]
as i proceed to hit the motherf-ckin’ weed
i be givin’ you exactly what you need
some b-tches ain’t my type, some hoes not my speed
but i’m still drivin’ ’em wild, make sure they crash out and come to me

[post-chorus]
[?] and all kinds of [?]
neighborhood superstars
feared by many, my n-gga
and we loved by broads
[?] and all kinds of [?]
neighborhood superstars, yeah
feared by many, my n-gga
and we loved by–

[outro]
real rap, n-gga, i cry out, n-gga
i cry too, p-ssy ass n-gga
you don’t know the half of it
i can’t even tell y’all, i don’t trust you
trust me, forgive me, leak 3, b-tch
greatest hits type sh-t
put that d-ck all in yo’ b-tch type sh-t
xan wit’ the lean is the combination
you f-ck n-ggas been the inspiration from jump
you already know, play ’round here wit’ that punk
[?] at yo’ dm gettin’ f-cked, n-gga
mwah, sset, forever, 4-3 ever, n-gga
let’s start the tape

- robb bank

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