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robb bank$ - trust me lyrics

[verse 1]
broward bred, broward dead
l!ck season can’t keep a hot boy cold (that right)
i pour em that and get inside like i’m ino
ain’t bout that life, i creep up on you like your first high
then have s-x with yo b-tch, she rode a stick like a witch
b-tch i’m a mogul, broward county, fresh out the pokeball im growing
boy i rep the pewter city gym beach, sand panamera
with a chest full of beans, now sit your ho, she see me
i keep it g, b-tch make me wanna dig her out the sea, b-tch
and she ain’t gon be too long for yours till she gone
my mind on money im bettin on ball matches, im l!ckin n-ggas like haunter
sistrunk hoes still live but creek p-ssy where its at
dirty pineapple but my drank taste the best
box chevy playing with that box in between them leggings
sh-t how you rhyme, we could dunk exchange but i got 12s in my trunk man
transparent b-tch, from the north pole
she come down to the 954 to tell me bout the snow
aye numbers you hard to move i done made dance boys
say fragile on my luggage, that molly keys like miss did you drop these?
and you a lil raw, like you stuck it in once
lame n-gga, how my ‘port burnin longer then your blunt?

[hook]
aye if he a f-ck n-gga mane tell him that
if he a f-ck n-gga, i say tell him that
boy if he a f-ck n-gga i say tell him
it that
mane if he a f-ck n-gga gon tell him that
don’t trust nan n-gga saying trust me
don’t trust nan n-gga saying trust
me
boy i don’t trust nan n-gga saying trust me
don’t trust no n-gga saying
trust me

[verse 2]
graduated from pill capsules, all a n-gga got was love
and a sandwich bag full skittles like yo mama packed it with your school lunch
.. and dresses ain’t my style mayne
cause they can’t pull up yo skirt if you never wore one in the first place
but i can still crunch numbers hoes 21
green rectangles don’t go to school y’all ain’t even a .5 on my scale
n-ggas lying to they selves, ain’t seen a mirror in a minute (that right)
probably why they walk out in public looking like a b-tch, watch
we branch out from music videos to castings
one meal a day to brunches
n-gga see the young savage i don’t do nothin’
took your b-tch on vacation, made her kiss the d-ck

[hook]

- robb bank lyrics

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