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robb bank$ - wynwood lyrics

[intro]
how can i make you happy?

[verse 1]
’95 south, ain’t got no good memories
this a horror story, no happy endin’
that double r ghost my reflection
i’ma haunt you until you forgive me
ayy, i get tired of lovin’ on you for an hour
just to have to drive back forty minutes
b+tch, i hit the bed, get in a jet
but you drainin’ me wit’ all these questions

[chorus]
now i ain’t comin’ to wynwood to see you
you get drunk and act d+mn near evil
want to talk it out for wrong reasons
i’m mad i even made you feel like i need you
b+tch, my lil’ red out in port antigua
block me on whatsapp because i don’t see it
i’m here wit’ you fightin’ all of yo’ demons
if i told mich+lle, she’d probably leave me

[verse 2]
i know that ain’t robb tryin’ to work out a problem
i know that ain’t femto tryin’ to cuff lil’ mama
i know that ain’t robb f+cked up by the dime
‘member that, ain’t right
bum ass homegirls in yo’ head all the time
they tryin’ to judge me like i don’t treat you right
this ain’t death row, you can go all eyez, for real
baby, you knew i been thuggin’ since a baby, n+gga
b+tches want to talk it out (facts)
baby, you was born in the 80s (trick)
how the f+ck you ain’t grow up by now? (b+tch)
you said i’m the man of yo’ dreams (b+tch)
b+tch, you better wake up now (pfft)
that sh+t was my therapy but you ain’t got patience to wait for me
so who the f+ck i’m finna talk to now?
ask me, i’m the closest thing to clark kent
and bruce wayne mixed wit’ harvey dent
two of the faces, i put on my wrist
the third one i had gave to yo’ b+tch
how the f+ck i’m in l.a. gettin’ cat scans
and yo’ dog ass textin’ about wristbands
and how i’m by myself way in culver city
and you wasn’t wit’ me, just being petty, for real (n+gga, n+gga)
ayy, that’s for— (yeah, n+gga)
lil’ mama, love her to death, always in yo’ corner (for real though)
b+tches will f+ck yo’ whole sh+t up (430)
i can’t live without her, i can’t live wit’ her, (n+gga)
all this sh+t feels like a setup (n+gga)
thought i told you
[chorus]
now i ain’t comin’ to wynwood to see you
you get drunk and act d+mn near evil
want to talk it out for wrong reasons
i’m mad i even made you feel like i need you
b+tch, my lil’ red out in port antigua
block me on whatsapp because i don’t see it
i’m here wit’ you fightin’ all of yo’ demons
if i told mich+lle, she’d probably leave me

[outro]
pfft, bum ass homegirls in yo’ head all the time
they tryin’ to judge me like i don’t treat you right
this ain’t death row, you can go all eyez

- robb bank lyrics

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