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robb bank$ - counted (la) lyrics

[verse 1: robb bank$]
shawty swing my way, and the s-x ain’t as good as you made it out to be
no one special like i need to play the story
mowed over this gold for all y’all
boy you mean to tell me, thought your b-tch wouldn’t cheat?
the ho beat my d-ck like paper over paper
cover up my paper like the smart kid i’m giving you a test n-gga
boy i was pmsin’ the period’s almost over
i ain’t got to see you after this we all got different schedules n-gga
high school i f-cked the baddest b-tch at my high school
after high school i still had obligations like a man, but we cool
i’m cooler than the draft that yo man practiced eating out of his hand like a giraffe
while i’m thinking what i’m finna’ do dinner, and babe pick, like the draft
i just want that b-tch that used to text during cl-ss
jk we ain’t wifing these hoes, jk but b-tch we ain’t friends to you i’m just boy
compound words ain’t to be blurted out, she left her man to f-ck a noun
now move your mouth slow like you tryna’ sound it out
money i been spending, bonds i severed
relationships getting worse boy, ties getting surfed
and aye counting, counting, i been counting
so let me give a update to all the n-ggas still bumping counting

[hook]
one year til’ we dead my n-gga, two twins done counted all the bread my n-gga
a hundred thousand racks i spent my n-gga
peekin’ outside where i reside only result fire
oh n-gga, oh n-gga they like bank$ you different now, i’m like oh n-gga
oh n-gga, oh n-gga what i said “calendars is dead forget about that ho n-gga”

[verse 2: robb bank$]
and boy you with her now, but that b-tch still mine
still got iphone icon quality jpg’s of that ooh!
these p-ssy n-ggas look spooked, boy boo!
i’m inside that pink like gotenks so i call her buu
and n-gga you can take the credit hercule
mrs. satan done seen angels, tell you bout it n-gga you wouldn’t believe boy
me, live in a gl-ss house, i’m gon’ see and expose you
b-tch i got a secret for every n-gga with a gold tooth
ain’t sh-t you can say to me, bury me a n-gga, at least i look like zero
wish i was still 4 years old and my daddy was still my hero
i never lied though, met a zoe at 12 years old
that was daddy to me, taught me everything that momma couldn’t
and all of them infidelities cut up my former guardian
couldn’t bare to look at us
the alternative move momma, lil’ bro, and me went down to the sea
ask him if he raised a savage i bet he say, “it wasn’t me”
18 years of the work face gated through the hustle
still a woodside n-gga with north lauderdale muscle
kicked out of coral springs high, dropped out of dave thomas
now my lil’ b-tch in college hollerin’ “go back to school”
talkin’ my ear off bout how much she love her cl-ss
leave her on campus, way she make that sh-t sound better be degr-ssi
annoying as jt cause she young as jv and keep with that gossip
and i get rick’s book an tear a page
40 put you in a wheelchair make you think about it after like
“nothing was the same”, you lil’ drakes
these action figure -ss n-ggas look bout it but they break
don’t like me, scared of the new n-gga, i’m buzz lightyear
and they just put me in a play and i took over all of your sp-ce
i f-cked y’all up, i said i f-cked y’all up, burn y’all boys, now you just s-x toys
you left n-ggas with no face boy won’t come back and visit his people
but he can’t come, barbie dolls y’all p-ssy with no features
these n-ggas on instagram and think they thumbin’ through faces
2phone made yo b-tch hit airplane mode for the d-ck
flyer than a tsuchikage in this b-tch, ya lil’ b-tch
all my n-ggas out here living good smoking big blunts
eating away at big breast like the cancers spreading
while i got that mosquito leg, mostquito bite lady bug on my arm
that you just can’t seem to hit

[hook]

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