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robb bank – that sound lyrics

[intro: sean bang]
you are now listening to tha city n-gg-
south florida sh-t n-gg-
broward county n-gg-, palm trees n-gg-
b-tches with nice -sses n-gg-, they be fake but they be nice
(sh-t ain’t all just fun n-gg-, it ain’t all just clubs n-gg-s)
all i am saying, when you come down here with your money don’t be flossing and sh-t
cuz n-gg-s will take it
n-gg-s hungry
n-gg-s will kick in your door

hook:
knock knock, don’t make me bring it to your door boy
knock knock, patrol tryna kick a n-gg- door
knock knock, hair bows and golds made your b-tch moan
turn your main to a shone, now she finna’ put on a show
i say smash, i know you heard me put it on your ho
i say smash need a fix, y’all all y’all boys broke
i say smash the panamera, i’ll buy a new one ho
boom boom, n-gg- never ready to hear that sound though

[robb bank$:]
dope sold money fold, throw some water on the karo
n-gg- take a second look
n-gg- hear remix then start writin’ the hook
fake jug, fake jug, you ain’t sold merch out that jansport
well i’m in my 95 explorin’ and my backpack loud like dora
sir mike in a six series circlin’
gave you the cut like a surgeon, i’m servin’
b-tch i’m shapiro, you sir ben
boy we don’t do no tens, give a f-ck try to match up with your friends
you fake trap n-gg-s reading books bout the babies like lipschitz
boys on that new sh-t, 30,000 xanax
i stuck to what i knew, never touch the heart like a prude b-tch
ya’ll certified p-ssy, ho n-gg- don’t n-body go and buy bricks in new york, n-gg-
better bring that -ss down south, boy, miami po n-gg-
smokin’ on a port, n-gg- rollin’
my d-ck look swollen
i swear y’all wanna be sweet like yoplait

[hook:]

[robb bank$:]
jays on my feet
magnums on my meat
check my roots but still tip toed i know these kunta kinte jealous
fall in love but can’t stand the way i had your b-tch screamin
when y’all seen me whip it
boy panamera s, yes, b-tch its double s n-gg-
hoes, ain’t seen me in a minute call me captain ginyu
way i body switched into that n-gg-
but that’s me in the flesh (flesh)
be careful dooney out here gookin’ on 4 with a xanax
i’m telling you these n-gg-s finna lose it
these boys gettin’ sick, juice dont p-ss the blunt to ’em
they like “bank$, you ain’t real cause you ain’t in raider klan”
they like “bank$, you ain’t real, people talkin’ ’bout ya daddy”
boy, f-ck y’all, i been walkin ’round broward like i own the sh-t
only n-gg- head to toe in gucci, riding a city bus just for kicks
give it to her raw, like a sushi chef
kawasaki ichiraku ramen naruto hentai d-ck
at&t ville jumpin’ while my sade ringtone sangin’
sellin’ work like cell mates but thats over yo head
boy the trap bunkin’

hook:
knock knock, don’t make me bring it to your door boy
knock knock, patrol tryna kick a n-gg- door
knock knock, hair bows and golds made your b-tch moan
turn your main to a shone, now she fin’ put on a show
i said smash, i know you heard me put it on your ho
i said smash, need a fix, ya i like y’all boys broke
i say smash the panamera, i’ll buy a new one ho
boom boom, n-gg- never ready to hear that sound though

- robb bank lyrics

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