robb bank – let me see it lyrics
(hook x4)
now let me see it, let me see it
let me see it, let me see it
let me see it, let me see it
bend ova, let me see it
(verse)
girl talk to me, baby tell me what you want from me
before you put that p-ssy on me girl do that little walk for me
we just f-ckin’, f-ck your -ssumptions
say that with me, i seen that comin’
you don’t text, call me, don’t check on me
don’t flex on me, you don’t love nothin’
but you know who give you good d-ck (that’s right)
so the hp happen all online
p-ssy n-gg-, why ya talkin’ to me?
know ya b-tch is talkin’ to me
man, ya lame -ss outta luck
ooh, rang rang, momma, fix her hair in the mirror
the skill with no deal, i’m the f-ckin’ black reaper, gyal
let it go, so s-xual, kiss ya from yo neck to the breast
attached to yo torso
stroke game feng shui, that hbo soft core
neva had good d-ck, let me enlighten you, fo’ sure
must be meant to be, why you keep runnin’ into me
you like that fairy tale strip befo’ we go to eat
nah, yo friend ain’t invited, don’t bring that b-tch around me
cause you gon’ get a f-ck, i told you bout the company you keep
(hook x4)
now let me see it, let me see it
let me see it, let me see it
let me see it, let me see it
bend ova, let me see it
(verse)
thought i told ya, thought i told ya
real n-gg-, b-tch, ya know what it is
you want know pressure, but yo -ss look scared
that yo -ss, n-gg-, i let you b-tches play all in my hair
she gookin’, girl, you gookin’ cause there’s so much more to you
but you rather be on top than doin’ f-ckin’ head to toe
f-ck yo first, f-ck yo last, don’t tell me bout you love yo man
don’t pretend he wasn’t yo friend, i had to sleep off the xan’
why you f-ckin’ wit that lame -ss n-gg-, too fon’, too wicked for my b-tch
but he went four wicked, pov-ed wid her, made ‘er blair witch project
went a broom, helped her f-ck the whole covent
come here, lil’ b-tch!
(fu, fu, stop f-ckin’ wid me, f-ckin’ wid me)
huh, if you know like i know you get down on the flow
i keep a magna fillin’ deck, like keep the swisha filla draw
we can get that from my diner, we can f-ck on the low
and if you didn’t want a pimp, then whacha f-ckin’ wid me fo’?
erry lady ain’t a hoe, and erry hoe ain’t my b-tch
take a real sawy n-gg- lickin’ on that type o’ sh-t
erry gutter i be legit, i don’t flow round wit no punk
ride wit me, she hold’ the pistol while she whippin’ and poppin’ the trunk
always actin’ like you grown, girl, you know yo mama home
get my phone, hunta hunta f-ckin’ b-tch, then i’m gone
still a pro on the get, stop playn wid a n-gg-
cause you know where i live and the cold mean no chill limits
(let me see it, let me see it)
(let me see it, let me see it)
(bend ova, let me see it)
(let me see it, b-tch, let me see it)
(let me see it, let me see it)
(let me see it, let me see it)
(you lil b-tch, lemme see it)
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