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robb bank$ - counting (march) lyrics

i think i might be happy

[hook]
yeah we got one year till we dead n-gga
two twins count my bread n-gga
40 racks that i saved up on 44’s outside of your crib n-gga
eight shots bust your head n-gga
both neighbors found you, you gone n-gga
bet you ain’t know you could flip a whole half
to a oz. now you looking like “o” n-gga

[verse 1: robb bank$]
i got money i should be spending
bonds i should be mending
and relationships are just relations
that shoebox bread that you been saving
i take that
one wrap
2 wrap
best believe i face that
tongue down your b-tch
i bet she get high when she taste that
no khalifa cliche
i keep her texts on freeze frame
i screen-shoot it
it’s easy
i’ll send it if you wanna see it mane
i got hoes all on my d-ck
cuz i’m cheatin’ like joey greco
i’m in a volvo
ridin through soho
me and that same b-tch
backseat of a four door
4’4’s in a four door
six golds with four more
that’s right lil b-tch
i want the whole row
you ain’t nothin’ but p-ssy
i know so
i’m watching ricki lake
lookin like james bond’
all my n-ggas on different watches
but know we on the same time
she said ‘i’ll probably be gone by the time you read this”
but i’m scrolling through her old texts
to find pics of cleavage
i remember it got deleted
but in my head i can still see it
got my head between her legs
but just chill i’m just gettin a retwist…

[hook]

[verse 2: robb bank$]
i’mma do sh-t how i wanna
she gon’ sleep over askin’ for pajamas
but tonight i’mma sleep nude
now what she gonna do when i break that news she a gone-er
tell me bout your day
before i go cop this marijuana
ice cubes in my drank
then i let her j.lo my anaconda
n-gga you a$ap rocky?
sh-t, i’m aesop rock-
up in my old hood
shootin’ bow and arrows out my purple drop
i’ll buy your whole estate when i please
pay off the lease
i quit smoking for a year
but i know a year mean a week
so cold, my mistress always tell a n-gga to be gentle
navy supreme chinos
closest i go to denim
now am i cool?
cuz i’m rappin bout my clothes and my women?
you n-ggas just don’t get it
this how i’m livin’
f-ck flexin’
and i got yo b-tch believing every little thing i’m texting
so why can’t you ?
i roll 3
and face 2
i’m who you can’t go face-to-face to
riding, scr-per, got an angel rollin’ out bible paper

[verse 3: robb bank$]
and i’m countin’ cards, countin’ b-tches
been countin’ yo days from the beginning
now count how many goons got yo punk -ss surrounded
while i’m thinkin’ how i manage
up in business and accounting
you got belongings unaccounted for
while i’m counting my blessings
same sh-t in my plot
only thing different is the setting

[hook]

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