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rbc – forbes. lyrics

[verse 1: hammer]

yo zwanger ya did it again

hanging with the hooligans in my s cl-ss benz

don’t label me as a rapper cause i’m more than that

i feel creative when i’m sportin’ in my dodger hat

but i rep the pinstripes to the f-ckin’ fullest

i’m a yank i smoke dank on the test i blanked

i’ll be at the crib in min i hit the bank

whip filled with so much money that the buick stank

but you a snake so i gotta watch you close

i watch you as close as the first time a rollie on ya wrist

oh you mad? write a list hand it to my -ssist

ya get the jist ya just had a chance ya f-ckin’ missed

the whole team kickin’ we livin’ unforgivin

who the f-ck you kiddin’ ya louis ck spinnin’

everybody is mobbin’ in the f-ckin’ booth

this banger so hard that we bouta go thru the roof

[hook: qb spice]

dropped a rack ill make it back in a week

qb spice droppin’ back for the sneak

i never sleep cause sleep is ferda rich

i’ll hit the pillow when i’m on the forbes list (x2)

[verse 2: litty drip]

listen to this beat imma k!ll this shit
(ooo ya)
bouncing on my d-ck like she new to this
(ooo bounce)
come up in my crib like she live in this shit
(what ok)
runnin’ these streets bouta hit a lick
(gimme that)
i don’t f-ck wit you but yo clique is lit
(litty drip)
u said i ain’t shit but really i’m the shit
(ooo ya)
been fartin for 3 day gotta take a shit
(yea what)
who the hell are u can u leave my crib
(dip it)
#23 like i’m playin wit pip
(goat)
rip rip rip the blunt now i’m dippin wit some huns
(oooo ya)
eatin on yo couch n i leave sum crums
(f-ck yo couch)
kodak bought the draco wit da f-ckin
drum
(draco)
see that yop oh my god les’ run
(runnin)
oh my god he pullin that gun everyone we f-ckin done
(ooo what yea)
i gave yo bih a f-ckin son
(slattt!!)
n now she can’t find me i’m on the run
(runnin’)
and helll nahh we ain’t done
(ooo)

[hook: qb spice]

dropped a rack ill make it back in a week

qb spice droppin’ back for the sneak

i never sleep cause sleep is ferda rich

i’ll hit the pillow when i’m on the forbes list (x2)

[verse 3: lil grape]

i dont play no games nigga

you a lame nigga

pussy nigga what you know about

watch how you speak on my name nigga

pain nigga, feel that pain nigga

blood stains all on my white tee

the red and blue give me fame nigga

i just i just glo’d up now i’m grown

martin margiela the don

match it with vlone

artisan loaf spread the grey poupon

went from the porch to the throne

i do not want to die broke

wanna go home

that b-tch is bad to the bone

we go bare bones

pill poppas whippin’ beamers

pull up to the crib with the heater

roll up to your girls crib wanna meet her

pill poppas whippin’ beamers ay, ay

back to back days i’m off a f-cking bean

black beam with the cream seats woah

cruising through the city with my team woah

midtown scene with the fiends

[hook: qb spice]

dropped a rack ill make it back in a week

qb spice droppin’ back for the sneak

i never sleep cause sleep is ferda rich

i’ll hit the pillow when i’m on the forbes list (x2)

- rbc lyrics

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