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robb bank$ – project 8 lyrics

[intro]
hey, cris, f-ck you
you dig
she wanna lick the molly off me, n-gg- (uh)
i f-cked your b-tch and her check got bigger (uh, uh, uh)
i ain’t goin’ outside while my cake a lil bigger
i ain’t with these lames, man, f-ck these n-gg-s (woah woah woah woah woah woah woah)

[chorus]
told a b-tch i’ll give her 10 for the paper (yeah, yeah)
origami, fold a b-tch like a plane (yeah, yeah, you dig)
she gon’ suck that d-ck and got that lip like fantasia (yeah, yeah)
i’m on two perc 10, b-tch, i ain’t c-m in two days, huh (woo woo)
told her lick me, i got 31 flavours
f-ck the girl next door like who the neighbours (like who that is)
pimp slick, drip, handmade suit tailored (there it is)
took her off the track and put her on the fake me (yuh, you dig)

[verse 1]
put it on casca, i ain’t lose out on nothing (not on nothing)
and i just finished with droly (yeah, on go)
b-tche it’s swag school, they need to withdraw me (where they go)
ten saga diamonds in my mouth, i add ’em in below me (tuh)
n-gg-, it’s the mob, yeah, it’s money over all (yuh)
sucker for the love, femto green hearted (yuh, yuh)
bustin’ out the brains, tryna see what you thought, b-tch (dig)
shoot the ak ’til i’m tired, no exhaust kit (bah, bah)
i’ma tote a k that knock a plane out this b-tch (huh)
andale, told her feel my pain like i’m cris (you dig)
what you claim? black medellin that’s the sset, uh
430 tear drop gang full effect, uh

[refrain]
she wanna lick the molly off me, n-gg-, uh
she wanna lick the molly off me, n-gg-, uh
i f-cked your b-tch and her check got bigger, uh (yuh)
i f-cked your b-tch and her check got bigger, uh (yuh)

[verse 2]
wish me well, n-gg-, you a wishin’ well, n-gg- (yuh, yuh)
pull a lick and tell n-gg-s, gucci with chanel slippers (yuh, yuh, yuh, sset)
these n-gg-s whole master splinters, how you talk to 12, n-gg-?
turned 13 when i was 11, i couldn’t be a 12, n-gg- (on god)
we like, “f-ck 12”, n-gg-, and she f-cked like 12 n-gg-s
turned a sl-t for 6 figures, i’m green hearted for 10 winters, uh
winter solstice, yeah, i thought i told you who the coldest (oh, oh)
put you on that car, robotic navigation taught me (yuh, yuh)
i just told alexa to play green hearted (ah)
9th grade, my ex said my d-ck was r-t-rded (smash)
so i tatted a semi colon (yuh), that’s your b-tch, she chose up on you (yuh, yuh)
and i’m swattin’ these gnats up off me (yuh), these n-gg-s need female condoms
condominium fantasia (uh), save you (uh)
glock got a laser (uh), the spill is contagious

[chorus]
told a b-tch i’ll give her 10 for the paper (yeah, yeah)
origami, fold that b-tch like a plane (yeah, yeah, you dig)
b-tch gon’ suck that d-ck and got it lit like fantasia (yeah, yeah)
i’m on two perc 10, b-tch, i ain’t c-m in two days, huh (woo woo)
told her lick me, i got 31 flavours
f-ck the girl next door like who the neighbours (like who that is)
pimp sleep, drip, handmade suit tailored (there it is)
took her off the track and put her on the fake me (yuh, you dig)

[outro]
hey cris, f-ck you
green hearted, you dig

- robb bank lyrics

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