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robb bank$ - green hearted (idigg) lyrics

[intro: birdman + robb banks]
first off all, if you n-ggas is not listenin’ to molly
on some g sh-t
still rainin’, it’s pourin’
still ridin’ foreign
the hottest sh-t right now
to me
that rich gang or don’t bang
my personal opinion
gangsters f-ckin’ with that b-tch
besides, you know, you got jacquees and them boys
rockin’ that all that big sh-t, you dig what i’m sayin’?
you heard me? them n-ggas fly, but they sh-t
but on that rap sh-t?
g sh-t
molly
tuh, no sweet sh-t
poppin’ on that g sh-t
that hood rich, g n-gga, rich n-gga
you heard me?
ridin’ through in that double r
the n-ggas who ain’t gotta try to go and get it
in that monte carlo
poppin’ it all, with it, all in it, anything that try to come to get it
bird call
y’all n-ggas slippin’ out there
sh-t, i been watchin’ y’all b-tch -ss n-ggas
y’all n-ggas slippin’, n-gga
turn it up louder for me
y’all on that sucker -ss sh-t, been a sucker n-gga
yeah, keep that sh-t goin’
that’s why you sucker -ss n-ggas ain’t got money, n-gga
falconia lifestyle
y’all p-ssy n-ggas runnin’ around with your crumbs
you heard?
open up the gates
rich gang lifestyle, know what i’m sayin’
rich n-gga sh-t, b-tch
rich gang

[verse]
how you want that sh-t? how you want that sh-t?
how you want it?
bend that corner b-tch, who you rollin’ with?
pull up on ya
we ain’t foldin’ sh-t, you ain’t holdin’ sh-t
get up off me
said i love the b-tch and i ain’t f-ck the b-tch
green hearted
she hopped on my stick and that b-tch rode my sh-t
i know she loved it
she know all my sh-t and she save all my pics
i caught her stalkin’
put a beam on my stick, with a iced out wrist
kiss her neck and the p-ssy flooded
big glock got a lil kick, you a top notch b-tch
if you bad, i’ll let you bust it
i just bought a matte black rarri
in the coupe, p-ssed out on shawty
no roof like wayne, how i’m bomin’
she a midget cause she got lil body
and my new sh-t harder than the hardest
not a rapper, i’m a motherf-ckin’ artist
tell the truth, y’all new n-ggas targets
blue tips in the bottom of the cartridge
boy, you take a shot and you scheme
know you tweak, put your b-tch on my team
you the sideline, i’m mvp, and i’m drunk off lean
i don’t give a f-ck, i just popped three
got a square and drive hb, hit the wheel with my ring
put a 12 right behind my v
i don’t like y’all, you don’t like me
tell the truth you sweet, i’ma keep this sh-t all the way g

[hook]
like where you goin’? who you with? (hah, hah)
2 phone, 1 stick (yuh, yuh, yuh)
hotline (yuh), watch it bling (yuh, hah, hah)
green hearted (sset), don’t feel sh-t (yuh, yuh, yuh)
cash money, b-tch, i’m rich (yeah, a n-gga rich like)
big business, cut the check (cut a lil check like)
motion picture, that’s a clip (huh, leave a n-gga wet like)
green hearted, check your texts (baby girl, check your texts like)

[outro]
green hearted, check your texts, baby
check your texts
green hearted, check your texts, baby
check your texts
green hearted, check your texts, baby
check your texts
green hearted, green hearted
green hearted
green hearted
green hearted
shoot like tom hardy
b-tch want me
but they talkin’
uh
rainin’, pourin’
ridin’ foreign

- robb bank lyrics

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