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robb bank – practice lyrics

i’m fresher n-gg-r
look at you broke -ss
i know you thirsty
hundred dollar cup b-tch!
broward county!
f-ck off my d-ck man for real!
if you b-tch don’t pick up her phone
she prolly with us n-gg-r
raining money

i f-ck your b-tch just for practice, practice
we jump your -ss just for practice, practice
we sip that lean just for practice practice
and b-tch we global
you need an atlas to find your b-tch
she lied to you just for practice
bout sucking my d-ck
man that sh-t was just for practice
and you made her moan my n-gg-r
she was trying to practice
for your savage and b-tch i’m perfect
i don’t need practice, practice
that b-tch!

xan with the pour up
put it with her sprite man
she ain’t even know it
she ain’t even trippin’
amg’s we whippin
you n-gg-s like gl-ss bottles
my n-gg-r that’s hollow (whatever)
my last follow i beat the p-ssy
like it stole something
fold paper like i fold shirts
you a national holiday
no work no school no cl-ss
got a beef with the 12th
they pulling them over
that reefer they smell
that sh-t’s enough to get them in the trunk
smell like a skunk and he keeping them bail
luckily g i’m a g with the spells
drawing a star with a circle around
with the custom coogies where my girls?
them f-cking movies
pluck a gem up out her chest
even if it’s just a ruby
throw it back
we don’t need it
looking for the opals by the sack
you mixing gold with the plaque
just for practice

boy i got bands on me right now
ss b-tch i’m just talking that usual money habits
my broward home so big
look like a concentration camp
baby i was born in a palace
then got exiled into jail
but i swear all these hoes is ready
get weak once i squeeze that tail
i say i drop a f-ck boy and let him move around
with that ocean current
no f-ck boys this ain’t channel orange
two phone prepaid metro
if you want it don’t text b-tch call me
i’ll cut your sh-t so good
i guarantee that your -ss gonna be happy
that you bought it
this b-tch say robb bank$ f-cked me
robb bank$ a snake
i got a little ‘. livin inside me
i only want that b-tch for her body
i think my tricks is catching up to a n-gg-r
b-tch you f-ck with a n-gg-r
and i’ll f-ck but i really don’t f-ck with you n-gg-rs
i say double cup flower pot
threw soil in the soda pop
cup so dirty that a rose may grow
and a n-gg-r gave the bouquet to your motherf-ckin man
got no time on my hands
overlook the presidential
overlook the city in the suite
make sure these n-gg-rs know
ain’t sh-t on my side sweet
aye it’s savage life b-tch
this ain’t the f-ckin tipton
but i still keep two twins and stupid
dumb head from a rich asian b-tch
n-gg-r say he want his money back
n-gg-r say the lean cut
told him i don’t do no refunds
then looked at him like what
boy i’ll put up 88 keys just to end a n-gg-r like you
now that’s a piano on your head
like a f-cking looney toon
boy i’ll put yo whole life in a bezel
pint half way full don’t know no halfway crooks never
we do full steals if you a full lick
i’ll make my sh-t clap like full metal
put a play together dope jumpin out the gym
yo main b-tch say she tryna run a scrimmage

i f-ck your b-tch just for practice, practice
we jump your -ss just for practice, practice
we sip that lean just for practice, practice
and b-tch we global
you need an atlas to find your b-tch
she lied to you just for practice
bout sucking my d-ck
man that sh-t was just for practice
and you made her moan my n-gg-r
she was trying to practice
for your savage and b-tch i’m perfect
i don’t need practice, practice
that b-tch!

- robb bank lyrics

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