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robb bank$ - real rap lyrics

[intro]
now, without further ado, welcome to tha leak 3
rasclaat, look who the f+ck is back
yeah, yo, yo, yo, f+ck n+gga
this sh+t real rap, n+gga, yeah
leak 3, also known as greatest hits
you are now listening to tha leak 3
p+ssy n+gga (play that sh+t)
one robb, one femto (play that sh+t)
ayy

[chorus]
as i proceed to hit the motherf+ckin’ weed
i be givin’ you exactly what you need
some b+tches ain’t my type, some hoes not my speed
but i’m still drivin’ ’em wild, make sure they crash out and come to me

[verse]
[?], i come wit’ smoke
the same sh+t that you ducked when we was on tour
got on that stage and watched you choke
i tried to hold it down and be broke
sh+t disgusted me, you let p+ssy n+ggas be the ones to extort
i would’ve bust their head for you
but i had to let a ho be a ho, baby
you was never on what i was on, my baby
the world already know my baby
it’s long live my brothers, baby
i be fightin’ back the tears lately, yeah
and this [?] doin’ in front of daddy’s house
wish we never fell out ’cause [?] know i would’ve aired it out
they [?], you from jail 2016
there was potential that i seen
should’ve let you stay in the canteen, n+gga
because you’d probably still be here right now
it hit deep when it’s dead loved ones that i’m writin’ ’bout
real g to my baby, chantin’ for me
four people that i love, dead in one year
i don’t want peace, n+gga
i want to circle sh+t like a scantron
no p+ssy test what we be on
the sh+t i built, the sh+t i bought, the sh+t all of us bled for
drop, hear that [?] sing
fast forward 2k24, any wh0re that you name, my boo thang
lil’ baby done f+ck ’round and got road rage, drove her insane
what the f+ck this ho think, she must’ve gave me all her brain, for real
she think i’m bustin’ anywhere but her face, n+gga
this ho got to be nutty thinkin’ she have my babies, yeah
i be out here sellin’ frenchies ‘fore i breed one of these b+tches
and get caught up like you n+ggas, playin’ malcolm in the middle
lot of sh+t i be sayin’ wrong, femto, deleon
f+ck her wit’ my [?] on, n+ggas was never on what we was on
feel like frank [?] frank [?] mixed wit’ sinatra
crucified me a few times, you know all my stigmatas, n+gga
broward baby, brooklyn baby
at a bodega like i’m [?]
whole world was waitin’ for me to f+ck up and cheat on–
the live shows so good, i got a residency at rolling loud
so how the f+ck you thought yo’ b+tch wouldn’t let me perform inside [?], n+gga?
[chorus]
as i proceed to hit the motherf+ckin’ weed
i be givin’ you exactly what you need
some b+tches ain’t my type, some hoes not my speed
but i’m still drivin’ ’em wild, make sure they crash out and come to me

[post+chorus]
[?] and all kinds of [?]
neighborhood superstars
feared by many, my n+gga
and we loved by broads
[?] and all kinds of [?]
neighborhood superstars, yeah
feared by many, my n+gga
and we loved by–

[outro]
real rap, n+gga, i cry out, n+gga
i cry too, p+ssy ass n+gga
you don’t know the half of it
i can’t even tell y’all, i don’t trust you
trust me, forgive me, leak 3, b+tch
greatest hits type sh+t
put that d+ck all in yo’ b+tch type sh+t
xan wit’ the lean is the combination
you f+ck n+ggas been the inspiration from jump
you already know, play ’round here wit’ that punk
[?] at yo’ dm gettin’ f+cked, n+gga
mwah, sset, forever, 4+3 ever, n+gga
let’s start the tape

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