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robb bank$ - broward county legend (carol springs) lyrics

[intro]
y’all n-ggas be thuggin’ in your tweets, sweet in the streets. i don’t get it!
what’s really good?
y’all n-ggas really getting it how you say you getting it? y’all n-ggas really trappin’?
y’all n-ggas think this sh-t a game? it ain’t
we trying to get rich out here n-gga
you got money or naw? you trying to get money?
you trying to get money, keep your m-th-f-ckin’ mouth shut, mind your own m-th-f-ckin’ business
stop @’ing n-ggas. if you gon’ @ a n-gga, smack a n-gga when you see him? ight?

[verse 1: robb banks]
chris brown, drake n-ggas throwing around bottled up emotions
got your main on call b-tch, two phone shawty
sending straight to the point messages, i ain’t finessing your b-tch with p-ssy -ss emoji’s
real country boy i never rode a subway
but my thumb in your b-tch waistband like she sponsored by subway
ss n-ggas we n-z-s. sh-t, boy we got names for your ho
she took one look, and knew we had money, so how you gon say that the bank gone broke?
i can tell that you started from the bottom, you still -ss n-gga
same clothes everyday, cartoon -ss n-gga
i made sh-t move n-gga like you mad cause your daddy new job offer made you change schools my n-gga
y’all boys look offended, sh-t. 2013, goons wearing dresses
so if you really be in the trap house then why we can’t address it?
i’m ray charles with it, employee i don’t even see the keys and a lot of recipes done been through this kitchen boy
but i ain’t ever smelled pie. need to get your mind right b-tch
i seen your b-tch, and all her friends standing by the entrance, i was in the vip. sh-t
shikamaru trying to get attached to her silhouette
i got a new b-tch, but you know her as your girlfriend, let me guess, you wrestling with your emotions
and i’m pushing you over the edge, just think with your head my n-gga
i pull out that sledgehammer, you and me is different pedigrees
and i got a spell like [?]

[hook: robb bank$]
i f-cked your b-tch with no rubber, that sh-t was legendary
i cracked the seal then reseal that b-tch, boy that’s legendary
i’m the realest, nah i’m surrealist. boy i’m legendary
and dooney painted bari at the filmore that sh-t was legendary, b-tch

b-tch, i’m legendary, legendary, legendary, legendary, i’m a broward county legend
legendary, legendary, legendary, legendary, broward county legend
legendary, legendary, legendary, legendary, broward county legend
legendary, legendary, broward county activist, sipping on actavis b-tch

[verse 2: robb bank$]
i seen a lot of snakes
a lot of split tongues done slithered across my terrain
so i landscape, cut off them hoes
and i slap the skin on the gucci toes
1-0-0 for a cup, that’s designer. and all them f-ck n-ggas claim they gon’ k!ll me is designers
all these n-ggas fake, and these hoes k!ll the only one that you love
swear to god, rip to my unborn jitt. i give a f-ck what you did, you don’t know what i did
but i know you probably figured, me and curt jumped tommy hiln-gga on the hill n-gga, sh-t
steady hands, i’ll pour you a perfectly exact 4!
and me and steelo, bangbros, f-cked you know, on the floor
neighborhood superstar, but they still say that a n-gga on the come up
f-ck n-gga in the crowd while i’m on stage, i guarantee that that n-gga ain’t gon’ come up
your main flew down to f-l-a to get the paint from who she rub her thumb on her cl-t for
so you already know what it is bro, if she get tired of standing and sit on my lap, then it’s done
and you already know what’s fitna come up, a n-gga tryna f-ck
i watch my n-ggas hit the weed and i wonder how the time p-ssed us
but let me ask you, how you gon’ take my life when you can’t live like a savage

[hook]

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