[Intro: Sean Bang]
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You are now listening to Tha City nigga
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South Florida shit nigga
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Broward county nigga, palm trees nigga
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Bitches with nice asses nigga, they be fake but they be nice
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(Shit ain't all just fun nigga, it ain't all just clubs niggas)
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All I am saying, when you come down here with your money don't be flossing and shit
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Cuz niggas will take it
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Niggas hungry
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Niggas will kick in your door
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Hook:
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Knock knock, don't make me bring it to your door boy
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Knock knock, patrol tryna kick a nigga door
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Knock knock, hair bows and golds made your bitch moan
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Turn your main to a shone, now she finna' put on a show
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I say smash, I know you heard me put it on your ho
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I say smash need a fix, y'all all y'all boys broke
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I say smash the Panamera, I'll buy a new one ho
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Boom boom, nigga never ready to hear that sound though
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[Robb Bank$:]
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Dope sold money fold, throw some water on the Karo
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Nigga take a second look
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Nigga hear remix then start writin' the hook
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Fake jug, fake jug, you ain't sold merch out that jansport
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Well I'm in my 95 explorin' and my backpack loud like Dora
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Sir Mike in a six series circlin'
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Gave you the cut like a surgeon, I'm servin'
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Bitch I'm Shapiro, you Sir Ben
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Boy we don't do no tens, give a fuck try to match up with your friends
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You fake trap niggas reading books bout the babies like Lipschitz
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Boys on that new shit, 30,000 Xanax
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I stuck to what I knew, never touch the heart like a prude bitch
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Ya'll certified pussy, ho nigga don't nobody go and buy bricks in New York, nigga
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Better bring that ass down south, boy, Miami po nigga
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Smokin' on a Port, nigga rollin'
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My dick look swollen
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I swear y'all wanna be sweet like Yoplait
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[Hook:]
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[Robb Bank$:]
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Jays on my feet
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Magnums on my meat
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Check my roots but still tip toed I know these Kunta Kinte jealous
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Fall in love but can't stand the way I had your bitch screamin
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When y'all seen me whip it
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Boy Panamera S, yes, Bitch its Double S Nigga
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Hoes, ain't seen me in a minute call me Captain Ginyu
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Way I body Switched into that nigga
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But that's me in the flesh (Flesh)
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Be careful Dooney out here Gookin' on 4 with a Xanax
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I'm telling you these niggas finna lose it
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These boys gettin' sick, Juice dont pass the blunt to 'em
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They like "Bank$, you ain't real cause you ain't in Raider Klan"
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They like "Bank$, you ain't real, people talkin' 'bout ya daddy"
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Boy, Fuck y'all, I been walkin 'round Broward like I own the shit
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Only nigga head to Toe in Gucci, riding a City Bus just for kicks
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Give it to her Raw, like a sushi chef
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Kawasaki Ichiraku ramen Naruto hentai dick
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AT&T Ville jumpin' while my Sade ringtone sangin'
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Sellin' work like cell mates but thats over yo head
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Boy the trap bunkin'
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Hook:
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Knock knock, don't make me bring it to your door boy
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Knock knock, patrol tryna kick a nigga door
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Knock knock, hair bows and golds made your bitch moan
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Turn your main to a shone, now she fin' put on a show
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I said smash, I know you heard me put it on your ho
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I said smash, need a fix, ya I like y'all boys broke
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I say smash the Panamera, I'll buy a new one ho
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Boom boom, nigga never ready to hear that sound though
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That Sound
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| Robb Bank$ |
