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robb bank$ - snappin on em lyrics

[intro]
how i’m gon’ find love if she keep starin’ at my wrist, ay?
how she gon’ talk wit’ a mouth full of kids, yeah?
i said that i wouldn’t but you know that i did
i had to cheat on my b+tch to live like this, f+ck n+gga
fast music, 954, let’s run it
run that, run that sh+t back
play that sh+t

[verse]
y’all n+ggas asked, y’all should’ve got smoked
playin’ street games when you know that y’all hoes
act like it’s motion but y’all n+ggas broke
imagine me trickin’ my last on a hoe
y’all n+ggas be different, y’all lame [?]
as long as they feel me, i don’t need you to like me
we’ll bleach your b+tch’s ass and them ashy ass nikes
y’all got your lil’ future wifey turnin’ body, ay
make a b+tch drop dead whenever i pop out
[?] hair, drop head, uh, b+tch see me slime
b+tch tailed to thе trap fast, bought a whole bottle
and a xan, and an addy, and a tab, and a valium
swear my nеck, and my wrist, and my ears on freeze
a b+tch know i been k!llin’ you p+ssies, it’s a breeze
‘fore i f+ck her by the threes, tens, and fourteens
god body, lowkey, these n+ggas dope fiends
n+gga lil’ birdman, yeah, the number two stunna
how you n+ggas have the motion and you livin’ wit’ your momma?
i got that bag and them nails so you buy out my pocket
she chose, stop cryin’, everybody talkin’ ’bout it
anytime, i choose money over that b+tch (b+tch)
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout your day or what you did (swear)
can’t trip me no matter how good the p+ssy is
grown ass man, i don’t think wit’ my d+ck
how i’m gon’ find love if she keep starin’ at my wrist, ay?
how she gon’ talk wit’ a mouth full of kids, yeah?
i said that i wouldn’t but you know that i did
i had to cheat on my b+tch, need to live like this
n+gga, you were never raw, you a flunk
i just bought her a rose+ario dawson, told her to use it whenever she lonely (swear)
that’s my mini stallion, that’s my little pony
i’m a 430 og, headbustin’ lil’ homie
boonie boys, doonie boys, 4+3+ever, lil’ woadie
and my professional bad b+tch, [?] out the country
and i pride myself
[outro]
play that sh+t, 430
yeah, yeah, let’s get it, n+gga, n+gga
uh, just bob wit’ your boy, man
uh, just bob wit’ your boy, man
uh, just bob wit’ your boy, man
uh, just bob wit’ your boy, man
uh, just bob wit’ your boy, man
uh, just bob wit’ your boy, man
uh, just bob wit’ your boy, man
uh, just bob wit’ your boy, man

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