Текст Robb Bank$ – Save A Hoe

Robb Banks:
All purpose Phone, yeah, yeah
Do it all, yeah, you dig that, uh huh
Yeah, Rich Gang or don’t bang

Wifisfuneral (Robb Banks):
It go like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, aye (yuh)
How many thots think that they gon’ get to heaven? (you dig)
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, aye (yuh)
How many thots think that they gon’ get to heaven? (yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Robb Banks (wifisfuneral):
1, 2, 3, 4 (4)
5, 6, 7 fuck niggas at the door (whoa, whoa)
1, 2, 3, 4 (what up)
5, 6, 7, 8 bitches at the door (okay)

Robb Banks:
What you want? Take me to the floor (to the floor)
I could fuck your bitch right now, we’ll be done (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Bought my bottom bitch a crown, she a star (yeah, you dig)
It be feelin’ like a drought when it’s gone (SSET, SSET)

Wifisfuneral (Robb Banks):
Mix the Hi-Tech with the Par, that’s that do not sip (aye, dig)
Tell me why your baby momma on my jock, yeah (she on my jock, I don’t know why)
We gon’ pull up with that smoke just like a high spliff, yeah (brr)
We gon’ pull up with that smoke just like a high spliff, yeah (yuh, yuh, yuh)
.223 up in his chest that shit might drop shit (brr, brr)
If I’m ridin’ with that.40, that’s a hot clip (that’s that hot shit, grr, grr, woo, woo)
If I’m popping’ on a Perc, I might get high bitch, (woo, woo)
We the cleanup crew might pull up with a mop stick (woo, grr, grr)

Robb Banks:
Oh, only smoke the grass, but where the leaf?
Oh, I’m tryna fuck that bitch and leave
Oh, grass type Pokémon, E
Oh, spread your rolls, but I got seeds, got seeds

Wifisfuneral (Robb Banks):
And them boys drink Karo, not lean (not lean)
Drinkin’ so much sip, I think my liver bleed (liver bleed)
Legs wrapped around my neck like she the leader (yuh)
Spanish bitch, lil momma, she a eater, oh (ah)
Robb Banks:
When I get up in this bitch (you dig that)
Floor, Caution sign, feel this drip (yeah)
Wifisfuneral (Robb Banks):
36, this that Wu-Tang shit (yuh)
Hold up, like, 36, this that Wu-Tang shit (you dig)

Robb Banks:
We gon’ make her come and suck that dick, uh (on God)
We gon’ make her come and suck that dick, uh (woo, woo)
Lil momma, come fuck with my clique, uh (on God)
Lil momma, come and feel this drip, uh

Wifisfuneral (Robb Banks):
It go like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, aye (yuh)
How many thots think that they gon’ get to heaven? (rah)
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, aye (yuh)
How many thots think that they gon’ get to heaven? (yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Robb Banks (wifisfuneral):
1, 2, 3, 4 (4)
5, 6, 7 fuck niggas at the door (whoa, whoa)
1, 2, 3, 4 (what up)
5, 6, 7, 8 bitches at the door (okay)