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letra de we (friday) - robb bank$

[verse 1]

she said she wants something more than “just us”
and moaning that loud ain’t doin me no justice
written all in your face i can see that you lost one
page through my old rhyme book see that i f-cked up
touch slow, f-ck fast, bet your first thought was you and i wouldn’t even last
same n-gga from the ave same n-gga that never care
date a model just to stunt on n-ggas that ain’t even there
connect the dots with her beauty marks
play just to lost her heart
and see if you can get her undressed before the music starts
brooklyn zoo and my zebra print era’s
that cheetah print thong comin off next time i tear em
can’t text my side chick subway got no signal
tell her see her on the weekend with a heart and a “xo”
and that’s a pun intended simple sh-t you should let go
im counting foreign currency to see how fast (?) go
sippin’ -ss f-ck n-gga
ham -ss duck n-gga
tombstone pie driving hoes you couldn’t touch n-gga
im on my same sh-t, robb bank$ see ho?
(?) with a little mami puerto rico
barely legal, no permit, no license
but i’m swervin and i’m fightin while im bumpin they dykin
still hooder than my black supreme thrasher
five star restaurant rockin adidas sandals
why have a relationship you just gone leave him
what good is gettin hoes if your -ss can’t keep them
note to self on my 28th bar ho
about to put a price on my lines like bar codes
world domination i be screamin out “i knew it”
and a mouth full of golds dont mean you can’t be left toothless
keep on the lovin i remember how the head felt
kissin on my chest while she tuggin on my web belt
she runnin fingers through my hair like she f-ckin with my dougie b-tch
and playin with my ears like she think she anne sullivan

[hook]

blame it on my father
im in love with her v-g-n-
if i see her imma wife her im like “oh carolina”
blame it on my father
im in love with her v-g-n-
if i see her imma wife her im like “oh carolina”

[verse 2]

eyes all bloodshot you can tell i’m on one
laugh when your homegirl hit it she stay coughin
im not interested in what n-ggas is bringin to me
im not interested in what exes thinkin of me
call girlfriend up tell her her man tryna play her
spend the whole night insistin tryna persuade her
rekindle old flames light the candles on the table
my hair look like basquiat’s and ya’ll on that samo
and i don’t got no one lookin out for me
everyone i f-cked with done walked out on me
seems all you old n-ggas only worry about my age
i’m persuading older women to come out they lingerie
so light a raw paper for the rawest mc at 16
burning swisher sweets at your daughters sweet 16
flashback to what my homegirl was tellin me
can’t let hoes and bad company be the end of me
its to my last breath i promise ya’ll gone get the best of me
watch close you’ll find prematurity is my specialty

- robb bank

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