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robb bank$ - perfume lyrics

i know that you smell me
i know that you smell, i know that you–
i know that you smell me
aye!

[verse 1: robb bank$]
first thing first, i pour our the act for all of my shottas
second rip the fresh, it’s real n-ggas left
you know that i got us (i do!)
i walked in with your b-tch, my hand on her hip
you know that i popped her
you pulled up with them d-cks, ain’t talkin’ extensions
boy you a f-ggot
f-ck n-gga, what is you tellin’ me?
we was just enemies, why should we squash it?
i see yo jealousy, you wishin’ death on me
but that fn on me, you don’t want problems
i still got felonies, these n-ggas b-tch to me
boy you got maxie and i got moxie
walk in my shoes, you know what i do
real n-gga perfume, my n-gga you smell me

[hook: robb bank$]
money my perfume
i know that you smell me, know that you smell me (you do!)
p-ssy my perfume
i know that you smell me, know that you smell me
kush my perfume
i know that you smell me, know that you smell me
real n-gga perfume
i know that you smell me, know that you smell me
up in the nose bleeds
drip, drip, drip, drip, drip (i do!)
you see the police
dip, dip, dip, dip, dip (we do!)
y’all n-ggas know me
griff, griff, griff, griff, griff
put up the codiene
sip, sip, sip, sip, sip

[verse 2: robb bank$]
figaro, figaro, here i go
live on periscope gettin’ head
i let her go, let her go, check me though
you know i’m steaming, watch her get wet
i already f-cked her but went back for seconds though
but that don’t mean nothing, she just a good dish
girl it’s your birthday, i see the cake
it’s time to blow, make a wish
i like yo scent (she do)
money, power, respect (that me)
real check, counterfeits (fakes)
sauce, splash, real act
been the realest for so long
so i put on some fake raf
follow me, b-tch f-ck the policy, i got your instagram crush on the molly (i do!)
pardon me, she caught a sight of me
ate out my main b-tch then kiss my side b-tch
get a wiff of the phone, i’m out in cologne
pistol in the party
when i got put on i was servin’ half things on half-days by the walgreen
money, drug talk, photosynthesis the check
photogenic b-tch, get yo -ss up out my pic
i curve five hundred hoes a day
why would i let you suck my d-ck?
true story, she got salty
see me out , she talk sh-t (she do!)

- robb bank lyrics

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