Lyrics Robb Bank$ – Mayweather (Freestyle)
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Ooh, you hear the chain, it was parched
$10k on the chain alone
(I lost my voice a lil bit)
3-Peat (I Wish)
It’s a celebration (And you bitch)
You thought I gave up on you, huh?
You thought I would never come back?
Pouya what it is? Creepa what it is?
Lil Bitch!
Aw shit, here we go again, Phone for the win
I’m the man, you a fuckin’ fan, I did it again
Gamble with yo life again, I bust a shot, fuck up yo zen
You done said what you said, I ain’t got time to play pretend
You know I can’t let him live, you see Tumblr God repent
Worst shit you could’ve did, but it ain’t time for regrets
Old ungrateful ass niggas all up in they feelings
Griffith might hop on yo beat and make yo fuckin’ song better
Chest out like a breast, Gene Simmons want a kiss
Cavities from Actavis, still Cardi B dentist
Silver Surfer, no tint, fucked on the hood, left a dent
Keep that 40 on me when I’m talking money
You ain’t talking money, got a lisp
Fuck the dogs, fuck the law, Adderall, Flexiril I mix em
All my dogs by the bar, one off, you denied the kennel
See 2 red and blue, sniff the white and detonated Deidara
Boy, call Nelly classify me. You gone need a tip if it ain’t about the money
Fuck niggas think they Ash, cause they best friend a rat
Boy, I’m sleep at my desk, I’m fuckin’ class act
Young nigga do the dash, yeah right, Stacey Dash
Griffith thumbing through the cash, one glove, Michael Jack’
Might run off with ya sack, Sarah Snyder with the bag
Ludacris, Rollout, Phone brought them hoes out
Nigga, Y.O.T.S. sold out, what the fuck they talm’ bout?
Aye bitch I’m outside, I’m the quiet ‘fore the storm
And politicking in my mentions, you know that’s the Norm
Savage life, know my heart black on the inside
Niggas rapping so you know they candy on the inside!
Lil Bitch!
Don’t ever stop, can’t stop, won’t stop
Smart Stunna Records, you feel me?
Don’t ever stop, nigga, I’m on that!
