- Robb Bank$ 225 歌词
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Free all my niggas up Free all my niggas up I think I might be happy Hah You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig 225 Loud and live From the back I'm from the side Do the Wraith Keep up the pace Take a knee Still can't wife a freak Mobile Suit my Gundam, how you move your gun then? I got to hold my hand right round him, he moved, so I shot him I demand all respect right now, make me put this mic down Two of us finna go in, we both know who gon' come out Maybach 23 Rollin' on a bean Made her drink my Minute Made Take her out like Sandra Platinum I ain't gon' shoot no-one today You may ruff no Sharpay Signed into it with a Sharpie Lil nigga, know you my protege 19, got 20 for a show 18, got 50 for the load 17, had 0 Texakos 13, I had hopped off the porch I was thuggin' before my mama was buyin' my clothes You was pussy 'fore me, both with snotty nose I used to take you for your L and the gang would roast I'm a real ass nigga, we both know Fuck I'm cappin' for? 225 Loud and live From the back I'm from the side Do the Wraith Keep up the pace Take a knee Still can't wife a freak Beat the pot, beat the pot Beat the pot, smash Gettin' that, gettin' that Gettin' that, bag Walk through, walk through Walk through, splash Bless you, bless you Too fresh, death Who gon' check me? Whatever you do ain't finna impress me Uh, rhinestone cobweb like I'm Presley Uh, Black Clover, do magic I ain't never been one of them niggas, Get online and talk all that shit, uh Ate a bum hoe out last night And the bitch left her crumbs on my lip, uh Green heart, don't feel nothing, I ain't finna wife none hoe, not for shit And the bitch said won't hear what I'm sayin', And finna learn something, I don't wanna kiss you Pussy ass lil nigga got a bitty ass chain on And that lame ass still tryna flex Early morning, late nights in that Nissan, Me and Kie Mon' took that risk Look at these scripts of a sea bring, And I never wait on a trip Nell Money had Smithy in a halfway, And he still gave his ass another year 225 Loud and live From the back I'm from the side Do the Wraith Keep up the pace Take a knee Still can't wife a freak Beat the pot, beat the pot Beat the pot, smash Gettin' that, gettin' that Gettin' that, bag Walk through, walk through Walk through, splash Bless you, bless you Too fresh, death
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