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robb bank$ – summertime (august) lyrics

i think i might be happy

[robb bank$]
all my n-ggas is springs banging
3 6 playing, obp repping, i’m zoey saldina smanging
that vintage starter coat got a n-gga lookin’ ancient
not a cent i’ll be saving, choose presence over nations
nurse outfit belladonna treating me like her patient
p-rnhub reenactments on our vacation
just got enough racks to buy the house party out
but i ain’t drake, i ain’t bout to be flying no b-tches out
we doing photoshoots to show the world what we ’bout
you tryna photoshop boxlogos over your mouth
season of the witch, i let the voldemort enter me
f-ck all you new rappers, and beyonce’s pregnancy
couple flood waters straight from hurricane irene
full body suit bdit, f-ck supreme
shiit, y’all watch the throne while i safeguard the coffin
on the throne touchin’ p-ssy like i’m boss team rocket

can i live?
can all you n-ggas die?
can i pull a trigga trey, cause i know all you n-ggas pie (ya lil b-tch)
if i die today, remember me like perfect cell
me and your b-tch swappin’ gene pools, workin’ cells
now that’s gangsta
you can’t stand me?
live in florida, ain’t been to one club in miami
b-tch i got a lexus and n-gga don’t even drive
i’m parked up, my girl -ss look like the handicap sign
still stuntin’ n-gga, you don’t want it n-gga
clique full of pretty b-tches, ho, i got a hundred n-ggas
straighter than straight, i know you fools ain’t gunnin, boy
it’s a cold world but it be hot up in the summer, boy
so i keep your b-tch in that tube top
from american apparel boy it’s nothing
step back from the game to watch the compet-tion plummet
south n-gga stay in ny sh-t like i’m pumpkin

feelin’ like yogi bear and all this death adder
tell her how my ex broke my heart to get the s-x out her
what if i made a cliche punchline ’bout how loud my weed is
man i bet you go deaf after
you hear another song from one of these dudes
all them p-ssy -ss rappers with the star tattoos
all you vma n-ggas never come to my channel
you got horses on your draws, n-gga mine got duck camo
that gorilla’s in the mist sh-t i’m on it
my n-gga juice told me, “if you got it n-gga, flaunt it”
i slide that ignore icon when your ho callin’
and i bet you still tryna figure out my undergarmets

she taking off that tube top, i’m like, “go girl”
hot up in the summertime, but boy, it’s a cold world
yeah yeah, said it’s a cold world
why we ain’t get signed yet n-gga? cold word
why i’m f-ckin’ your b-tch n-gga? cold world
why miguel ain’t with us right now n-gga? cold world
yeah yeah, said it’s a cold world
and j. cole got no b-tches n-gga, cold world

- robb bank lyrics

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