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chris travis & robb bank$ – where you from lyrics

[verse 1: robb bank$]
still that n-gga, still dead resurrected
it’s the best n-gga past or present
mark of the beast left my nut on the sheets
wrote my signature in it then i left it
[?] put the bounty on his head
i talk it, i walk it all on percocet
i might go berzerk with the brand on my neck
zero wet with the steps f-ck n-gga eat a d-ck

[verse 2: chris travis]
come in my way, better have payed
call me young hitler i slay ’em away
monday through monday your b-tch wanna lay
but it’s monday through monday the money no laying
banging my head through b-tch while i’m praying
they ain’t talking mula so f-ck what they saying
i’m bout to go crazy i’m bout to go saiyan
i’m bout to go over i’m bout to go praying

[verse 3: robb bank$]
it’s the one and only, got my swag stole
n-gga back off sista sista pole
family plan still no calls
k!ll tech mic check if you act wrong
like a piece he was 17 o’s what you want
yeah you know i watch anime and get the head
i’m sick of everybody being mother f-cking friends
i’m sick of the pretends sick of you thinking you had a chance
i’m a ta with the paper i make sure i get it check

[hook: robb bank$]
aye! we don’t give a d-mn where you from
we don’t give a d-mn where you from (noo!)
we don’t give a d-mn where you from
we don’t give a d-mn where you from (b-tch!)
we don’t give a d-mn where you from
we don’t give a d-mn where you from (n-gga noo!)
we don’t give a d-mn where you from
we don’t give a d-mn where you from (b-tch!)

[verse 4: chris travis]
the options are moshing she eating salami
you n-ggas is weak make me sick to my stomach
i promise, i promise i hit you, you vomit
it’s over, it’s over no rumbles no stumbles
my life is so crazy but she keep my under
under the covers away from you busters
molding ya ties and you burning the rubber
hit this one time you won’t ever go sober
b-tch! i was 16 swerving in a rover
with a permit and a whole lot of smoke bruh
tryna make bands cuz i wanted that cobra
i’m a get it in b-tch though i had told ya
now i came blew note with a few notes
and i like to see hoes with a few hoes
real n-ggas like me don’t need clothes
and we p-ssing off sl-ts we don’t keep those

[bridge: chris travis]
memphis burning and running
b-tches f-cking and coming
n-ggas f-cking in something
n-gga what ya want something?
(x2)

- chris travis robb bank lyrics

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