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robb bank$ - me and my niggas (year) lyrics

[verse 1: robb banks]
my n-ggas go to sleep on tuesday, wake up on sunday
my hoes sing the weeknd in the shower
after they take d-ck on hump day
i got money in my pocket, lacing that swisher
sipping on tussin, regretting my high
what a looker in that see through lace
won’t take her shades off
but if she did i bet she’d give me that eye
bought us tickets to fly to cairo
now i’m swerving through the potholes
pillow talk secrets with tricks
all because they was all models
and i love how your complexion turn gold in the light
but her white girls fun
all because they all swallow
racial profiling, i love where this talk’s going
so keep boring me until i let you know
the champagne’s unfrozen
and she ain’t got no three 6 in her herbie so to p-ss the time
best believe i’ll be counting the freckles on this lohan
die slow f-ck boy, it’s like that
my n-gga say throw some nugs in it
while i freak, the black
and if you close your eyes it makes the experience sweeter
purposely roll up a blunt she starts playing khalifa

[hook]
if you and your b-tches wanna ride with my n-ggas
get high with my n-ggas, puff loud with my n-ggas
me and my n-ggas you know we smoking that haze
me and my n-ggas wanna slide with your b-tches
wanna vibe with your b-tches, wanna ride with your b-tches
you and your b-tches, you know that you bout getting slayed
(watch your b-tch, i’mma scoop that up)

[verse 2: matt meyer lansky]
set up at that 27 club
so i stay getting so f-cked up and you watching me
i got one life to live full of self-fulfilling prophecies
chasing my high
i think they call that irrational, there’s no stopping me
obviously i’mma do my thing, acting so obnoxiously
i got your girl sitting pretty in an aston martin
on our way to baskin robins, in autumn mid august, riding through gotham
hoping that this weed gonna’ solve all our problems
cause dawg, i got no solution
and i don’t think it comes from these drugs i’m using
abusing, and i don’t even know what i’m doing
i’m warhol, he’s basquiat
make your girl say that’s the spot
when she grab my brush, and she paint that box
got a little smudge up on her smock
i only bring hoes to the finest, 5-star
everything hotels, dining, day spas
i don’t rock play clothes, i rock fourstar
i don’t go to dayglow, take your girl to cape cod
like ight’ then, peace, one, bye!

[outro: matt meyer lansky]
woke up on tuesday went to sleep on a sunday
f-ck a monday we call that bunday funday
we live our lives one day and that be straight high
just wrote a screenplay the dialogue’s in our mind
and i don’t want the check
i just want the fame and i don’t need these hoes
i just want them to know my name

[outro: robb bank$]
yeah grew up so fast, never seen our lives change
n0body respect the struggle, but they all notice the pain

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