[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
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Aye I'm blowing cancer clouds just to stunt
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Reggaeton out the mouth of my plug
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Over a mil for your deal, I bet you still ain't bought a gun
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That random shit you call kush look like it came with the swisher
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All these blues clues pussies
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Random niggas done came into the picture bitch
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My lil' nigga whats up when I got a scale out of bail
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You want to see that shit for yourself?
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Well bring that ass to Slaughterdale
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Side-note, bitch ain't know the empire you been reppin' all built on lies, ho
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I'm bout to build up out mine, to where I make these teens talk
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Sit on the hood of this designer that a nigga that copped while out in Chilango
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Swear that the whole time you been talking I just imagine laying beside ya'
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Swear I be having myself convinced that I don't love these hoes
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But be falling in love with all the ones that don't take the time to text me on my phone
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White lies, put a ease on her mind
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She thought about giving me head while I drive, threw D's on her mind
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So, one time yeah I been in love just one time
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The other four, they ain't really count
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I couldn't really call none of them mine, know what I'm talkin' bout?
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And I'm fine with the guilt, all them spiritual women I had fucked with
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Saying I should get out my head, experience love
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But they ain't never want to take that shit past touching
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No, won't say I love you for such bluffs there's repercussions
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But no, the drum kit by my heart be the spot that you hear in the percussion
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Aye, why lie she ain't my type that's a given
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But when I hit it from the back, boy we look gooder than hell
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Yeah that girl complexion matte, and she smell like Chanel
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You see my hand through that lace, of that Victoria, don't tell em fuck boy
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[Hook: Phlo Finister] x2
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I'mma leave I don't want to stay
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Once again that I'll find it my way, my way, my way
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[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]
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Sim, simmer
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What's new, a nigga quit drinking liquor
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But what's new with you, except that ass getting a lil' bigger
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No disrespect to you
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I admire that, in the old days, I might have liked that, but no no
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You can't stay in contact, no
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I don't miss you, shit but I'll give it to you
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You had it first, broke it first
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I'd get a full clip, or credit to where ever it's deserved
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When I came to, I had smanged two, to get over you
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Shit, so from me to you, bitch, I'm saying thank you
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Aye I'm too good to these people, and they don't see shit
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But the RSVP's from the DM
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Boy Ill punch your VS so people only touch your DM
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Should get the color right and get your bitch out my DM's
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Aye and all these niggas pussy, I could see they camel toe
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And that four eyed pose just have me fucking you slow
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Don't think for one second I made love to you ho
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And you having her twist up your pine
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Become equivalent to call the name you ho
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My eyes look hypnotized bout how she rise like when the Pokemon enable it back
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Parsel tongue in her ear and get all up inside her
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And keep in mind that nigga still a minor
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But besides that I drop my pants and release the Kraken
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Stick it in and massage that
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Bitch look like an Odd Future fan, the way she roll her eyes back
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[Hook] x2
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KDia (CT)
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| Robb Bank$ |
