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letra de refined - robb bank$

[verse 1: robb bank$]
baller blockin’, chicks flapping they wings in the c-ckpit
i’d move them chickens to yo coop, but these crackers c-ck-blockin’
i’m chirpin’, my n-ggas barkin’ in st. arthur, same volvo
the way my b-tch hair laid, might try ‘er out for the dog show
let my facial hair grow, on hiatus to the five star
that’s where my b-tch be living, she based god in the kitchen
she want me to eat better, but i barely touched the plate
on vacay with my main, ain’t even left were i stay
i’m south florida foreva, i’m yellow xans foreva
and if them folks drop the charges, we can be together forever
touch slow, f-ck fast, money in my waistband
feel my manicured hands, my accountant from the concentration camp
s.s., fo’ months ’til we muhf-ckin dead
i’m babidi, you majin vegeta, i’ll put some ‘m’s on yo head
blowin’ tobacco by the water, i don’t even like the beach
with f-ckin’ sand covering our bodies, i feel like motherf-ckin’ gaara (lil’ b-tch)
and that -ss like her ferrari, you a stallion, hop up on that sh-t
gallop, centaur
girlfriend, it’s horsepower
made a net-worth off the jugg house in savage ask him what he ’bout
me, montana and kev, we just in yo hood, ridin’ round
black & mild lace, so i take it to the face
all a.a laced, i’ll sweat the lace front off of azelia banks
(mm-mmm) gimme kiss show kdia what she been missin’
when it’s me, juice and purrp i’m f-ckin’ ten mo’ women
tryna eat, like you feedin’ tube -ss n-gga
you stabbed yo’ best friend in the back?
that’s the mangekyō in you n-gga
i got the chi-chi from amigo
shed moonlight to son-goku
and with all this cell camo, boy i feel like nigo
now bae, no games
i’m rich according to the gas tank
i thought i told you f-ck n-ggas “we only breathe octane.”
p-ssy n-gga, stop playing i got goons for these type of thangs
lost yo’ money and yo’ b-tch all when basquiat came
(lil b-tch)

[hook]
i’m finer than yo’ b-tch, hah
and suck my f-ckin’ d-ck, boy
i’m finer than yo’ b-tch, hah
and suck my f-ckin’ d-ck, boy
i’m finer than yo’ b-tch, hah
and suck my f-ckin’ d-ck, boy
i’m finer than yo’ b-tch, hah
and suck my f-ckin’ d-ck, boy
i’m finer than yo’ b-tch, hah
and suck my f-ckin’ d-ck, boy
i’m finer than yo’ b-tch, hah
and suck my f-ckin’ d-ck, boy
i’m finer than yo’ b-tch, hah
and suck my f-ckin’ d-ck, boy
i’m finer than yo’ b-tch, hah
and suck my f-ckin’ d-ck, boy

[verse 2: robb bank$]
i say, “ask ’em what he ’bout.”
these fashion thugs’ll never wear me out
you ain’t live, i fashioned myself as the best rapper alive
it’s the savage, reincarnate
swordfish, south florida
savage life
wish a ho n-gga would cross that border
and i’m back puffin’ on canna-b, you know “a year” mean a week
sesshōmaru p-ssy, i did it all single-handedly
look at the time, a n-gga got famous over night
laughing at ‘cho robitussin lean, as i sippeth my sprite
f-ck n-ggas on my mind? i got one-two many
so i turn to disney channel and think of what i’d do to demi
and boy shoutout to my raiders
n-gga, purrp and simmie
and i’ll sweat the f-ck out yo’ weave, b-tch but only if it’s remy
i need a, project b-tch, with a, eighteen-inch sew-in
that i can pull when i give her this infinite
sh-t, count that in inches
put a fo’ in that lemon-lime, or a six
and add about two mo’ of them sh-ts, lil b-tch
robb bank$, illuminati
and i’m loadin’ up kamehameha waves in the clip of my k
triple-six, i’m atheist
you thinking “what did he just say?”
good
tryna remove all you dumb n-ggas from my f-ckin’ fan-base
b-tch, i walk around north lauderdale, like “f-ck err’body!”
added my lil twist, but ain’t no age on this money
boi you f-ck around with them folks, that’s how haze got his -ss smoked
and what the f-ck you p-ssy -ss n-ggas know ’bout bein’ broke?!
i can’t relate, i’m trying to get more in touch with my fan base
cause i know a lot of these poor jits is saying, “robb bank$ is just scrait”
“come again?”
what i tell my spanish lady when she speak that daddy yankee to my dogs
her name “kilo”, her sister name “8-ball”
we can p.o.v if you turn up that mjg and take that -ss out
why they call em “8-b-lls” if they don’t bounce?
all roses ain’t red
and if they violets, why the f-ck is them sh-ts blue?
boi, i’m burning purple flowers i’m finna’ p-ss that ho to you
cause i shouldn’t be this high
boi, i got sh-t to do
sixty pills that i got to sell and i can’t get my b-tch out the pool
cause she ain’t never been to the islands or popped a blue dolphin
so she think i’m aquaman when i f-ck her -ss in that water
caught a body on my old jag, went back to the car show
dressed in carharrt michigan
f-ck big sean though (p-ssy)
ya lil’ b-tch
boi, suck my f-cking d-ck
i bet she say “sure” to me
and i swerve when she use her t–th
ketchup
marmalade and b-tter all up on my bread
that’s blood, copper and gold all mixed in with my money
dopeboy pic
fl!ck me up while i’m still stuntin’
in that whip that i had yo b-tch
my n-gga, she pop the plan-b when i’m f-ckin’, n-gga

[bridge]
“fine, fine.”
i say it twice to emphasize you boys is pie-pie
put it on my mama, p-ssy n-gga, i’ll take ya life-life
i said “i’m finer than my b-tch”
she wanna live that savage life, so i knew that b-tch was fine
(lil’ b-tch)
bank$ like to drank
bank$ like to smoke
bank$ finna po’ the qualitest on his ‘ports
smoking and i’m sippin’ at the same d-mn time
ashley say i’m actin brand new
d-mn right b-tch, now i’m fine

[verse 3: robb bank$]
and if i see a number i don’t know, that means they want somethin’ from me
that means you stopped f-ckin’ wit me, so you ain’t gettin money, boi
i decline my past, turn the tv on and ash
might laugh while a n-gga keep up wit the life of ash
said “i made it” when i started dmin err’day wit cadie
jus had mo’ to speak on when she said she ain’t keeping the baby
it’s all gravy, wasn’t no thang but a chicken wing
cause i done made birds fly, fiends love popeyes
y’all know what i do
well, y’all know what i did, bruh
hangin’ on the roof like bishop
dolo, if you don count juuce
i’m in margate wit’ my family
boy, my hood is like a planet
if i send some 8-b-lls to frieza, i bet he won’t come back to namek
i’m king cold, bottles of king cobra in the cooler
roll a dutch, you smokin’ l’s
boy, you a muhf-ckin’ loser
chocolate tree wrap, mixed with canada northern lights
broccoli when the smoke leave the lip of that mocha
my b-tch, she playin’ soca
said she ain’t like it ’til she was older
’round twenty-eleven then we cop the douja from her friend
b-tch, show me love and a peace sign, get punani in the benz
last i talked to her and when
now she complainin’ to her friend
’bout how she always first to hit me up when it’s time to f-ck
i tell ‘er “vibe.”, vybz kartel, lightin’ up
bathin’ in cake soap, with a tub full of money
and this new b-tch p-ssy too nice, like it want somethin’ from me
keep it down south wit’ them mollies, boy i don’t f-ck around
and only a ho put another ho’s name in they mouth
now my ex-b-tch too friendly, say she wanna get back wit’ me
but ho i know when you kissin’ robb bank$ and when you kissin’ richard, b-tch

[outro]
…she wanted something more than “just us”
but moanin’ that loud ain’t doing me no justice…
y’all forgot what real n-ggas look like, huh?

- robb bank

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