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robb bank$ - ask ??? l8tr (intro) lyrics

[intro]
rich gang
boy, you ain’t a boss
you just a worker, n-gg-
i just boxed my cross
know i’m just splurging, n-gg-
what the f-ck he got on?
[?]
we never heard of you n-gg-
[?]
rich gang

[verse 1]
i’m the gas, you the crip
you the gun, i’m the clip
i’m the mask, you the lick
you the fan and i’m lit
sset
20 strippers in the vip, might
f-ck ’em, put ’em on some x, i
line ’em up like, “who’s next?” me and
bird just landed off the jet, i
i don’t trust sh-t
all my n-gg-s flip
cut your tongue out
if you scream “sset”
everybody switch
ace got hit
b-tch, i might propose
to her best friend
keep it g, that’s all i ask from these n-gg-s
know you p-ssy, so don’t act like a n-gg-
signed a deal, it shouldn’t matter to you n-gg-s
love to hate, you little broke mad n-gg-
yes she bad, but she about it?
only, f-ck a lame for a deposit
only, gang is with me, they solid
give her my name, it come back solid
i’m still the one n-gg- you ain’t topping
girl, you done struck gold when you found me
c-m taste like heaven, god got me
walk in with the racks, got sh-lls in my pocket
uh, neck solid gold
wrist solid gold
b-tch solid gold
d-ck solid gold
b-tch on the pole
trick on the low
lurking on my page, give her d-ck on the low
princess diamonds, i cut it, cut it
qualiteck lines, i cut it, cut it
double phone, know my name buzzing
had a bit of money if the b-tch ain’t f-cking

[hook]
i don’t know how to be a player
i’mma keep it all the way gangster
2 phone gon’ shoot first
then i ask questions later
i don’t know how to be a player
i’mma keep it all the way gangster
phone gon’ shoot first
then they ask questions later, later

[verse 2]
i see you later
i f-cked her later
i’m on the fader
boy, i ain’t later
n-gg-, i’m prayed up
boy, get your weight up, your weight up, your weight up
boy, you ain’t gangster
ball like a laker
know i’m gon’ play ya
know you gon’ save her
i’mma shoot first then i ask questions later, later, later
later, later, later, later
find your b-tch
i’mma break her
got my sset
pull up, steak ’em
split you, wig
[?]
player
stars on my neck
hoes on my d-ck
y’all n-gg-s licks
i ain’t with that sh-t
rode through this b-tch
throwing up the sset
troll in this b-tch
off percocet

[bridge]
rich gang or don’t bang, b-tch
not the same thing, b-tch
no, you ain’t bang, b-tch
falconia king b-tch

happy

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