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robb bank$ – flo milli shit (freestyle) lyrics

[intro]
4301 deathless (raesam on the beat!)
yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah (run that sh+t back)

[refrain]
femto, get with the sh+t
ho, better l!ck the d+ck

[verse 1]
uh, p+ssy sweat when i walk in the party
captain ginyu i go body to body
walking dead off the xan turn to a zombie
i gave her some d+ck she said “thank you,” kindly
got a middle east b+tch from abu dhabi
really she a terrorist, blow d+ck for me
doing dirt, hiding in a hole, bin laden
kid goku the power pole, let her climb it
sit on my nimbus b+tch you know i’m clouded/clouted
she took addies, they just grabbed that d+ck and slob it
yeah you give her a cradle you know she gon’ rob it
cradle to the grave b+tch you know i’m the robber
pop a perc, shoot your n+gga and won’t say i’m sorry
i’m throwing up the roc call him jigga, shawn carter
and i got the blueprint for the reasonable doubters
all like frieza with the scouter power level ten thousand
now i gave her that perc and that b+tch keep on fighting it
split the other half knocked her out on my tyson sh+t
point out the riot you know i’m enticing it
she chewed up the d+ck while i chewed up a vicodin
so i don’t think that’s the ho you should be wifing, kid
don’t put no ring on it but it’s okay to like the b+tch
and if y’all stop talking no emotion, act like she dead
ho gon’ be a ho and i love all mine, quiet (shhh)
[chorus]
nah b+tch i ain’t your man (430)
i don’t even remember your name i was off a xan, for real (yuh!)
nah b+tch i ain’t your man
i don’t even remember your name i was off the xan, chea (yuh!)

[refrain]
femto, get with the sh+t
ho, better eat the d+ck

[verse 2]
yeah yeah yeah, p90 b+tch watch what i do to ya
glocks, fn’s, and i got a ruger tucked
i got guns for days trying to make your medulla bust
this teacher not virtual n+gga i’m schooling ya
and i got the fetti, the guap, the arugula
and your b+tch a gnat, a thot, yea we through with her
b+tch know i’m petty, i’m shiesty, i’m booted up
yeah they called up left a condom in the room for him
3 am and i’m running ’round the lobby
singing r. kelly “i believe i can fly”
i got a little thot in the parking lot wild’n
that p+ssy smell sick, probably covid i’ll swab it
b+tch stop playing like i ain’t a love doctor
antidote, antidote one more molly
rear end that b+tch and headshot the driver
shiesty i lead her to your cheap ass honda
crazy

- robb bank lyrics

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