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robb bank$ - queen of the damned lyrics

never gave a f-ck..
about you, you, you, or you
ay but forreal though, call all my exes and tell em’ i’m about to be famous!
that’s savage life till i die, bruh, ain’t nothing trill about the south, bruh
real sh-t, no trill wave
f-ck with me, stop f-cking with me
lil, b-tch! hann!

[verse 1: robb bank$]
these n-ggas talk it but don’t live it, pressure in my ciga-rette
and she hand roll em, my face on em, that’s royalty in a platinum coffin
her lingerie versache, hit a dmt and i’m gone
enough to be with naruto roll a hidden leaf with his 9 tail fox
and my b-tch foxy brown
trap yams every few weeks so me and her can make quota
and i reward her use my tongue to trace every bump around her areola
double cup, true blood in that cough syrup, her robbatussin you know me
show her my homies, picture vacations like, “there’s me and my baby in purgatory.”
f-ck with me, i crushed a bean and rolled it with the green
that’s a beanstalk, so don’t get yo -ss jacked for what’s in yo jeans
i’m way in crown heights at kod with the queen of the d-mned
pints in my lemonade, tell yo lil brother i got work for his -ss
what the f-ck these n-ggas know??
i rep that 9-5-4, l!cking envelopes of that thrax l!ck her p-ssy when she on her back
and i’m a k!ller n-gga push me, house keeping hand me my room key
and i’m fresh off of them loosies and you ain’t f-cking with my black ??
you don’t know her like i know her that’s my ho she take my hand
give her roses, she give me head and bite my neck now i’m in a trance
i’m blooded with my main b-tch, the queen of the d-mned
scrait like dat,we lay together and make the princess of the trap, boi!
and i promise i won’t let these n-ggas hype you out baby(x2)
and i take that charm off of that p-ssy
take his bracelet and his ring
wipe that lame pockets clean, and give it all back to my queen
i got 3 hoes up on the strip that’s down to make a n-gga a band
you got a choppa in yo car? i got a dy-lan man..
then euro white hoes with the accents, love that 6 piece with the white-gold accent
create the perfect storm in them thunder thighs
now that’s trouble, so i made it rain on her to subst-tute for a cuddle
cause i ain’t that n-gga about to lay down this starter jacket
so yo -ss won’t f-ck up, yo red bottoms in a puddle
(sleep, sleep!)

[verse: 2 robb bank$)
that’s a blunt and a fitted, f-ck a joint and a snapback
never sold a point 7, and i never touched a 5 sack
straight es and oz while i’m bumping f-cking trap back
boy i’m serving straight vowels that a i and a trap back
i remember dooney spraying cuz with the flat back
i had them grandpa’s folded in a paper in my napsack
mix with my acne pills and i’m feeling like fabio
run up in yo b-tch place with my d-ck up in her halito-sis

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