robb bank$ - bring it bak lyrics
[intro]
yeah, we spillin’ on them n-ggas for real, yadigg
tuh
rich, spillin’ that sh-t on ’em
hap-hap-hap-happy
nah mean?
hap
[bridge]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yadigg?
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yadigg?
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yadigg?
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yadigg?
[verse 1]
drippin’ on them p-ssy n-ggas, really though
shoot a n-gga then i take a video
p-ssy hulk smash’d, now it look like cheerios
n-gga, i’m in that h-llcat, backseat, eatin’ cereal
redbone, dig, cutthroat, dig
dope boy magic, drove [?]
my family never rattin’, i’m the last don
mafioso in this b-tch, i told ’em get low
i got a whole band of crooks for a broke hoe
know phone finna go and get some toto and get the dome
never did no drive-by, they in slow-mo, i just walk up
n-gga, i’ma make sure those crackers don’t find you, call it chalk dust
yeah, 4301, just without the bums, ain’t nothin’ new
you see i f-cked a witch, i tried to hitch, gave her a broom
talked to god today about the plan, he told on you
show my d-ck on ig, i’ma need a super zoom (sset)
don’t drink tech, no it, i could teach you what i do (did that)
f-cked a b-tch in portland, the next day, i caught the flu
i drink syrup when it get boring, it ain’t never nothing new
i ain’t sleep, i’m never snorin’, i check on my opps way more than you, uh
[hook]
bring your -ss back
bring your -ss back
bring your -ss back
bring your -ss back
i think i might be happy
girl, bring it back
shake it for a stack
walkin’ with the mac
push your sh-t back
we them n-ggas poppin’
we them n-ggas on it
we them n-ggas wildin’
we just lead, they follow
my hoes in armani
that’s how you identify ’em
n-gga, we the sset almighty
y’all them n-ggas droppin’
[verse 2]
top off the benz, left with your friend
her tract ain’t sewed in, blew off in the wind
phone off the xan, they sleep on me again
nikki rub my back and she got stabbed
these n-ggas part time traitors and full time haters
i don’t know where they do that at
say they pullin’ up on you, but you know they all fu, body rubber
so you know i had to scream “free bam”
my clip bubble when it’s 93 degrees like f-ck it
i ain’t finna compromise my fit
duct tape your momma, lil n-gga, you don’t want no trouble
but i gotta break off my wrist
what you sayin’? we the gang
sendin’ hits, we ain’t come to play
b-tch, you a trick, i let you buy my main
pimpin’, b-tch, raise up your cup, mane
dig
[outro]
bring your -ss back
bring your -ss back
girl, bring it back
shake it for a stack
walkin’ with the mac
push your sh-t back
we them n-ggas poppin’
we them n-ggas, yeah
we them n-ggas
we them n-ggas droppin’
we them n-ggas poppin’
we them n-ggas droppin’
we them n-ggas poppin’
we them n-ggas droppin’
drop, drop
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