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letra de peons - robin banks

[chorus: robin banks]
i cannot fight wit’ no peons
i don’t give a f-ck what he on
they wanna be gang, gang, gang
they ain’t on what we on
.40 wit’ a beam call it neon
pop me a perc and he three ’em
tryna stay out my feelings, these demons i see ’em
i cannot fear you ’cause you n-ggas bleed too
no i can’t hear you, won’t be bosses i speak through
see i got issues my heart cold like igloo
uhhhhhhh-uhhhh-uhhh-uhh

[verse 1: robin banks]
banko bugatti i’m back wit’ it
we not the same see i brag different
we not the same see i bag different
i hang wit’ k!llers and bad b-tches
see this is a party that you can’t get in
stay sucker free so you can’t fit in
and i ain’t got time for no new friend
i’m still here tryna tie off loose ends
i spent 100 k on these chains i could’ve bought me a benz
but i put ice on names of all of my dead friends
murder on my mind, think ’bout murder all the time
they took my cro from me someone’s hooyo better start cryin’
i did what i wanted i did it my way now look at me now
i pave them a way they ride on my wave they sound like me now
she ain’t wanna f-ck me back then but i bet she wanna f-ck me right now
wish my cro can see me now, for lg we blow they’re fifi down
[chorus: robin banks]
i cannot fight wit’ no peons
i don’t give a f-ck what he on
they wanna be gang, gang, gang
they ain’t on what we on
.40 wit’ a beam call it neon
pop me a perc and he three ’em
tryna stay out my feelings, these demons i see ’em
i cannot fear you ’cause you n-ggas bleed too
no i can’t hear you, won’t be bosses i speak through
see i got issues my heart cold like igloo
uhhhhhhh-uhhhh-uhhh-uhh

[verse 2: whyg]
yeah, yeah my heart cold like alaska
but these bullets hot like magma
and my neck look like nigara
body shots make you hold your chest like he got asthma
fly a lil’ n-gga like nasa
think her name tatiana but i just call her anna
might call her lil’ monkey ’cause all she wanna do is eat banana
and she got a fat ass real s-xy, i think the lil’ b-tch’s from atlanta
i play wit’ her heart just like piano
and i beat her p-ssy up like pinata
said she wanna eat me like lasagna
’cause she know i’m big wlatt anaconda
and i get bricks straight from tijuana
my gun put you to sleep no pajamas
[chorus: robin banks]
i cannot fight wit’ no peons
i don’t give a f-ck what he on
they wanna be gang, gang, gang
they ain’t on what we on
.40 wit’ a beam call it neon
pop me a perc and he three ’em
tryna stay out my feelings, these demons i see ’em
i cannot fear you ’cause you n-ggas bleed too
no i can’t hear you, won’t be bosses i speak through
see i got issues my heart cold like igloo
uhhhhhhh-uhhhh-uhhh-uhh

- robin banks

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