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robb bank$ - baby tunechi lyrics

[hook]
n+ggas know that i go hard to the fullest, to the fullest (evil empire)
have you n+ggas playin’ dodgeball with bullets, yeah, with bullets
i don’t know how i do what i do, but n+gga i do it (yeah, n+gga, it’s done)
you already know we don’t acknowledge you
when you come ’round you my s+

[interlude]
consider this evil empire thing as a threat
ayy

[verse 2]
you knew that b+tch wasn’t gon’ be sh+t the day you met her
i only flashed a dub and i done got that p+ssy wetter
your security guard, for real, he got a flashlight and a beretta (p+ssy)
n+gga do your f+ckin’ job and try to protect me while i hit him (n+gga)
just gotta buy my tiе and with me constant (n+gga)
don’t even wrеck your brain, n+gga, you’re like i probably f+cked her (ayy)
got an angel in my passenger seat, n+gga, paul walker (n+gga)
my fingers up her skirt, i gave that b+tch a pinky promise (ayy)
i hit that 5% 10+round, n+gga, b+tch, you can’t see nothing
n+gga vibe with all that saving, these hoes think you miles morales
try to deny that sh+t now, n+gga, we all seen you, mr. parker
better listen to your uncle and be responsible for that power (p+ssy)
you n+ggas act like test tools, f+ck sent you?
n+gga, who the f+ck raised you and who dressed you? i cannot stand you
n+gga, i’m on my eighth cup of the syrup
n+gga, i’m on my tantrum
tell the crazy stories about me cause you got ducky and you, alleyboy
b+tch dumped the gatorade on me
it’s a parade round here, whoadie
i cannot give that b+tch nothing
but pride in some children to swallow (n+gga)
me, i’m bout making them dollars
you, you got made by a dollar
me and you not the same, lil’ moment
b+tch don’t even acknowledge your pr+nouns
screaming and moaning loud her native language now
f+ck, n+gga, i go vine to vine, swinging with your dime, p+ssy n+gga
i go fight for fight with any ape you like, real gorilla
i’m like tarzan up to jiggles and if he knew how to use a pistol
i’m the ap, bamboo on me
18, office ac from tiles to sheets
racing against your same boat, way out on the beach
but wait and see, i still shoot that sh+t like meaningless conversation
[hook]
n+ggas know that i go hard to the fullest, to the fullest
have you n+ggas playin’ dodgeball with bullets, yeah, with bullets
i don’t know how i do what i do, but n+gga i do it (yeah, n+gga, it’s done)
you already know we don’t acknowledge you
when you come ’round you my son
n+ggas know that i go hard to the fullest, to the fullest
have you n+ggas playin’ dodgeball with bullets, yeah, with bullets
i don’t know how i do what i do, but n+gga i do it (yeah, n+gga, it’s done)
you already know we don’t acknowledge you
when you come ’round you my son

[outro]
yeah, shorty, you know what’s on my mind?
i’m keeping it real, ’cause now they flipping, look like they ain’t buy one in the mall, man
so what the f+ck, we know what’s up, too, right?
when we bend down on, n+gga
we gon’ load up, get high, get a lot more, say, “f+ck ’em n+ggas”
keep buying sh+t, keep f+cking hoes, load up on more b+tches
then, you know what i’m saying? we gon’ get greedy too, n+gga
i ain’t never getting full, i’m full+blooded with this
yeah, yeah
evil empire gangsters, they’ll eat your lunch and wrinkle your school clothes
holy sh+, where’d you find this?

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