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Robb Bank$ – BETT

Исполнители: Robb Bank$
Альбомы: Robb Bank$ – C2: Death Of My Teenage
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Текст Robb Bank$ – BETT

Текст:

C2
Ice got me froze ?
Savage life worldwide
4301 forever

Bet x8
Bet you don’t swing on that nigga (you won’t)
Bet you won’t squeeze on that nigga
Bet you won’t bleep on that nigga
Watch me, I creep on these niggas (mhmm)
Bet x8
My 40 gone leap on that nigga (it do)
We hungry, we eating these niggas (we will)
Bet you I sleep the fuck nigga
Pull off in a jeep with my niggas

Bite Down (sure)
Bite Down (sure)
Bite Down (sure)
Bite Down
Bite Down (sure)
Bite Down (sure)
Bite Down (sure)
Bite Down (sure)
Ima wet him up
Even if he ride the bus
Snatch his chain where I’m from
In the Springs, smart stunnas

Griffith pull up in a spaceship
It’s a celebration
I bring home the bacon
Self flock, I got the vacant

Me and yo’ bitch dating
Accuse her ass daily
We in the bed fading
My fist in her anus
Phone all in her playlist
The latest, the greatest
These specs in my face, so I Cartier framed it
My tags made of paper, my Glock got a laser
Street nigga with sense, 50 Yamaha cable
Phone on the Ridge, come find me
Too big for that underground shit, don’t confine me
I’m a killer don’t push me, watch how you walk by me
Got 10 on my dick, bet yo’ hoe try to buy me
I’m the king of poppin’ all the shit, call me Mikey
Yo main bitch off the wall, I can tell that she wildin’
I’m a wizard, what’s hitting
I shoot from the side
And I put my Draco onto all you Hermione’s

Bet x8
Bet you don’t swing on that nigga (you won’t)
Bet you won’t squeeze on that nigga
Bet you won’t bleep on that nigga
Watch me, I creep on these niggas (mhmm)
Bet x8
My 40 gone leap on that nigga (it do)
We hungry, we eating these niggas (we will)
Bet you I sleep the fuck nigga
Pull off in a jeep with my niggas

I dump his mothafuckin’ body in the creep with his niggas
Miguel, Rell, rip to my niggas
I’m on it, wanted, they don’t sweeten me nigga
Bam, blindin’ boy free all my niggas
Got twins wet, yea they synchronize swimming
Take yo’ fork, guess who coming to dinner
And Doon a drug core, so he drink all the liquor
Tell yo bitch smoke a port, smell the dick on her breath
I’m finna ride, slide, check my vibe
Thick bitch, mouth wide
Broward’s mine, Woodside, Riverside, Deepside
Guess who turned down freshmen list cover twice
Know I’m a dragon, I spit with the fire
I catch me a body, still fall asleep fine
You a punk and a lie, how you sleep at night

Bet x8
Bet you don’t swing on that nigga (you won’t)
Bet you won’t squeeze on that nigga
Bet you won’t bleep on that nigga
Watch me, I creep on these niggas (mhmm)
Bet x8
My 40 gone leap on that nigga (it do)
We hungry, we eating these niggas (we will)
Bet you I sleep the fuck nigga
Pull off in a jeep with my niggas

Альбом

Robb Bank$ – C2: Death Of My Teenage