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robb bank$ - 3d lyrics

[verse 1]

i distract the lick, dooney run off with his ounce
i ride back with juice, he used to drop me at the house
2 or 3 pulls of the loud before i bounce
when jahneen was still around, this when bam was still out
boy i’m different these days, still a buck when sh-t change
she see me and steer clear with a grin, i bare my fangs
remember if i had to see what’s up with a f-ckin’ player
had a low ticket try to act, get them lines straight (n-gg-)
aye
moanin’, groanin’ texting my ex
while i got a b-tch was pimp sh-t for me
back when all these hoes was more than just a headache to me
meant something to me, i’ll let it breathe while everyone lookin’
(lil’ b-tch)

(interview excerpt)

[verse 2]

aye
go, i thought that you know
yea i boy i kept it true and i kept my eyes open
i know sh-t got different, but y’all let me go
i never knew remorse, let my veins pump this frost
while eyes get crossed, i look down
day 1 n-gg-s i made all mine proud
empty clips now, girl let your hair down
they hear me when i come ’round, n-gg-s know that sound
talm’ bout (happy)

[chorus]

enter me, study me, see the clarity
it get to me, 3d, when you enter me
amphetamine, promethazine, it bleed in to me
by any means, i walk over all the enemies
n-gg-, 3d the motherf-cking money
enough to make them love me, real enough for you to touch it
if he ride, then he ride, turn his back, n-gg- f-ck him
know that i done did too much and i ain’t going back on nothin
(who want it?)

[verse 3]

robb 3:16, promethazine pastor
had the act before i rapped, thank a n-gg- later
f-ck ya b-tch, ain’t give her dap
gave her head for a work
pound for pound, hands down, i ain’t pointing fingers
brought a drum into comic-con
with 10 of my saibamen
spent $15 on a figurine of sakura
in that gt like baby vegeta
my b-tch lil’ brother 17, his sister legal (b-tch)
phone, go slow, 4s n-gg-
phone, speed up, iphone 6
n-gg- bitin’, still can’t eat like me yet
did a 100 things at once and hit the stu’ after i left
got open cases like r.l
you gooseb-mps with the tall tales
ain’t fair that we all here
while bam living barbell
got a bad b-tch prospect
shikon jewel ’round her neck
and angels exist
i had one suck my d-ck
(happy)

[chorus]

(interview excerpt)

- robb bank lyrics

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