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robb bank$ – koffing lyrics

[intro]

jumped off the porch, for real
f+ck you and your hood, for real
n+gga, you wasn’t on nothin’ for real, p+ssy
p+ssy, y’all just high on pills
b+tch, talkin’ ’bout bread, i’m the loaf
follow the leader, you follow the crumbs
n+gga, do this sh+t for sport

empire mixtapes, not for the weak+hearted
holy sh+, yeah, where’d you find this?
ayy (evil empire) c+c+cuff yo chick

[verse]
yeah, yeah, yeah (b+tch)
thought ’bout this one while i was gettin’ my d+ck sucked at a bum+ass apartment
i really had a b+tch eat another b+tch while i f+cked a b+tch when i was in new orleans
n+gga, you was havin’ a midlife crisis, i did your wife like marcus jordan
it’s the marcus garvey of recording, turn up the game while i’m f+ckin’ talkin’, n+gga
what they on? i told your bm, “drop that low”
if we get you out of there within a day, i’ll let it come with me on tour
n+gga your bm will feel honored if i named+dropped her in a song
like how you name+drop n+ggas’ names when you round hoes just like a hoe?
groupie n+gga, jumped off the porch for real
f+ck you and your hood for real, n+gga
you wasn’t on nothin’ for real, p+ssy
y’all just high on pills, b+tch
talkin’ ’bout bread, i’m the loaf
follow the leader, you follow the crumbs
n+gga, do this sh+t for sport
i hit ’em from half court
[hook]
i ordered filet mignon and bought her nuggets and told her “be gone”
she was just on the grammy and sauce, and you took the b+tch to carbone
yes, sset turned me up, n+gga, you already know what i’m on
gotta know i never wore v+lone, and i know you got a wraith with a loan
you is not the owner of that car that is a loaner
i got stones in california, and i still hang on the corner
ay hit, gone, same day, crank, kick, lui kang, oil spilled, b+tch
your brother got me coughin’ in this b+tch

[verse]
i got justin all in the backwood, b+tch
can’t beef you, not in my bracket, n+gga
when they walk by, i start laughin’, p+ssy
now what’s today’s mathematics, ho?
f+ckin’ inglorious b+st+rds
bird gang, sw+ng for my chain
built for white, gold, cuban links
n+gga, i got on three cuban links
n+gga, i done had your b+tch before
pause, stop, then fast+forward
rewind, we finna pass her n+gga
i’m the promethazine pastor (codeine)
y’all n+ggas be pourin’ up backwards
all that green you on bruce banner
what the f+ck you think you always mad for?
get some money, control your anger, n+gga
[hook]
i ordered filet mignon and bought her nuggets and told her “be gone”
she was just on the grammy and sauce, and you took the b+tch to carbone
yes, sset turned me up, n+gga, you already know what i’m on
gotta know i never wore v+lone, and i know you got a wraith with a loan
you is not the owner of that car that is a loaner
i got stones in california and i still hang on the corner
i got hit, gone, same day, crank, kick, lui kang, oil spilled, b+tch
your brother got me coughin’ in this b+tch

[outro]
pardon the interruption for this little smoke break
it’s evil empire
(yeah, n+gga)

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