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robb bank$ - i'm that nigga lyrics

[intro]
sure, sure, sure, sure, sure, sure, sure
s.s. sh-t, n-gga
mind ya business
i’m gettin’ head while the phone ring

[hook]x2
i’m that n-gga, i’m that n-gga, i’m that n-gga
still that n-gga, still that n-gga, still that n-gga
i been that n-gga, i been that n-gga, i been that n-gga
oh that’s yo’ n-gga? oh that’s yo’ n-gga?
ho, f-ck yo’ n-gga!

[verse 1: robb bank$]
suck my whole d, i get on that booty like a pirate
fire red 911, take a moment of silence
asked for a .5 or a .6 so broke might feel bad, might front you a whole
y’all got the wrong n-gga, you seen what happen at that a$ap show
godd-mn, i might need a shot of prometh’ straight
i take your b-tch on a date
down south tone, all downed in the attire
got a dunk, on deuces, and only broward touch the tires
got a 20-aged malaysian babe, got a daughter by the month of may
dooney snort a molly with her just so she stay comfortable
yeah i said yo’ government in my song
well, ain’t that ’bout a b-tch?
ho n-ggas parting their lace fronts, talm’ bout how they gon’ split my wig, sh-t
(y’all n-ggas pie!)
you a lie (lie!), and i understand why
you and your b-tch been so comfy, and her p-ssy so fie
i’d be sleep too if i ain’t sell out and come out of hibernation ‘fore a n-gga leap
n-ggas put a dog face in they tee and try to act like they thoroughbred
i say turn the lights on, savage looking for her
corner store white tee, them b-tches on the beach think i’m a f-cking fashion icon, b-tch
salt water tears when i tell a b-tch my real name
but woe, no complaints from over there
if she saw it look like my d-ck grew for a hundred years, b-tch!

[hook]

[verse 2: robb bank$]
lip-bitin’ animal
no fronts, need collateral for mine
and yo’ b-tch wish a n-gga would, like she ask for the d-ck 3 times
and there ain’t no stems picked out mine, so baggage keeping count of the cake
like birthday candles
mix that yellow xan’ with that green xan’ got me feeling like a new n-gga
and that new b-tch -ss that’s so thick
i don’t much know how to put my lips on her
it’s the wizard of the o-z, call that white girl dorothy
and i can’t believe i let you in my home, b-tch
but florida ain’t kansas
but my booster sent you off, better not forget sh-t
cl!ckin’ red bottom heels won’t get your -ss back to my crib
panamera; talk about it, cause i bought it; white sprite
ball with loose dollars, i color contrast like an artist, sh-t
basquiat, basquiat, say she want her son to look like basquiat
well, baby, let’s repopulate
only things that i don’t have, is that it can’t be gift wrapped, sh-t
‘port burning, agent provocateur showing
tone of the skin, alaskan, so she don’t get wet, she start snowing
and she a bad b-tch, hit the pole like edie sedgewick
mod b-tches only come in black in white
but i put some color in her beverage
still got my gunrise boo and she only smoke bouquet
if i buy her that miu miu, maybe she’ll raise my mewtwo

[outro]

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