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robb bank$ - stunt-man lyrics

[intro]
2 phone do his own stunt
2 phone do his own stunt
phone nigga do my own stunts

[verse 1]
ay, sailor moon we spooned under the lunar
rick owens space suit let her swoon in my pluto wrist
paint her face, basquiat in her uterus
agent slade hall of fame, i paid two hundred
codeine castle, red women like stanis
bling bling mad king you know i do magic
stick to the code my hand go jamie lannister
know that you want it same nigga from calenders
but

[bridge]
tennis bracelet my left hand, cuban link, right hand
that mean i dictate with my right, and my left touch racks
i rubber band all that, rub ’em out i’m a stunt man
fuckin’ no rubber off that got a rubber band bottom on fake raf

[chorus]
i stunt on a b-tch shawty, i’m kickin’ these new drills
look at my chain shawty, look at my bracelet
i kick too much flav’ shawty, might get you a new wrist
you know i’m a stunt man, i make you do flips

[verse 2]
you can get back with that bullshit
you can get whacked, boy we can shoot shit
all yo’ -ss do is flag you should turn crip
i might come out the blue, turn your shirt red
i might chop my weight up on my new flex
pidgeot i’m evolved on my bird shit
pokemon, i might go to a new gym
pokestop my car top got a new egg
kobe with it, but i keep me a piston
she sucked on my d-ck and the sim’ nigga kissed her
no tia & tamera, i keep me a sister
rodger in your window and i come and hit ya’
double s boy you know the militia
if you fuck around hang you up like a picture
she sucked on my d-ck while you text her you miss her
i get in at liv, in the vip with my pistol

- robb bank lyrics

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