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Robb Bank$ - Finer lyrics

Artist: Robb Bank$

album: Calendars


Lil' bitch
Uh
Pretty young nigga and I'm fresh out a relationship
Fresh off of vacation and I got bad girls tryna play with it
Once these hoes see what I'm 'bout, they say they love me
Dry martinis with the olives, olive work pants with the rugby
Fresh jive swim trunks, my nigga Lansky taught me
Pam Grier look-alike, sippin' on a chill coffee
And that violence state my thread count
TTS taking head count
That six day a week life
Seven head shots, leave them red now
I'm the antichrist, when I'm talkin' to your bitch, I'm Dr. Dolittle
At the casino, table five, betting bills on games of Yu-Gi-Oh!
Got a milf in a midlife crisis down for what you want
I kill her daughter in my sheets, Casey Anthony in my trunk
My nigga, I don't do no drugs
I just feed them to these women
Not slowin' down they way of living
Passin' out on the floors of my kitchen
And once we see that, we Twitpic-in'
Lighting sage, playing Sade
Record 'til Thursday
Get Becky from Rebecca Black on Friday (lil' bitch)
Skinny young nigga and I'm finer than my bitch
All my niggas want the finer things so that's how we gon' live
Uh, we doin' things you niggas probably only hear about
I bet yo' bitch tryna' slide once I let my hair down
Skinny young nigga and I'm finer than my bitch
All my niggas want the finer things so that's how we gon' live
Uh, we doin' things you niggas probably only hear about
I bet yo' bitch tryna' slide once I let my hair down
We paid in full like Rakim Allah though
Copped the Jaguar in the middle of the car show
And I make all these new hoes tell you niggas how they done wit' y'all
My exes call me "Asshole", my hoes call me "Tumblr God"
I post a pic of yo' bitch and the last time we was out
So what if you got the weed? You still can't weed us out
It's Orville Bank$ 'til I reside in that sarcophagus (what?)
Until then, I'm pourin' drink into my oesophagus
No replacements but you niggas can't see that
Everything we say true but you probably won't believe that
I can't smoke now but my bitch finished the whole weed bag
While I'm sippin' out the straw that you get with the tree wrap
Uh, I stay indifferent when these hoes say I'm on that different shit
'Cause you niggas can't read me nor get past my penmanship
I'm with a shone you probably only seen on your dashboard, man
Bumpin' fat, pass the weed and Houston's for the dinner date
And every time I bring you up, she say "Stop it"
She got her fingers through my plugs and I got mine by her socket like...
Skinny young nigga and I'm finer than my bitch
All my niggas want the finer things so that's how we gon' live
Uh, we doin' things you niggas probably only hear about
I bet yo' bitch tryna' slide once I let my hair down
Skinny young nigga and I'm finer than my bitch
All my niggas want the finer things so that's how we gon' live
Uh, we doin' things you niggas probably only hear about
I bet yo' bitch tryna' slide once I let my hair down
Ugh
What you thought lil' bitch?
Tuesday through Sunday
Same shit
Still fuckin yo' bitch, ho
Stunt, stunt, mm-hmm

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