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1st Thing First Lyrics - Artist : Robb Bank$
[Robb Bank$:]
Aye Bitch I walk up in it Crumb hoe, pick up your phone Sir Griffin don't a Piston But I do not play ball You a peasant, you a serf I got Wi-Fi on I walk in it with a semi No, bum bum bum Aye, bitch First thing I need is a perc Stick my dick in the pint She lick it with the syrup Know I keep the muzzle Pussy nigga, hit the dirt Boy don't make me up it, keep on talkin', you'll get burnt Aye Aye, ain't nobody like me, ain't nobody like me I might fuck your wifey Boy I know you like it Ain't nobody like me, why the fuck you lying? You know I was signed, you can't do it like me [Fat Nick:] Bitch I know I'm stunting Codeine got my kidneys rotting Jugg the plug, I'm out here running Know we're flexing, bands be thumbing Popping these oxys today Global, get outta' my face You local stay outta' my way We sip the whole pint and finesse him for days Jump him no stopping I'm popping these knuckles We cashin' out shows You pockets stay bluffing My savages jumping Buffet Boys we buzzing We actavis drowning I'm tweaking on something Drop down the windows and air it You broke? Designer, can't wear it My foreigns, can't even compare it Flex on these goofies They watching and staring Pullin' up, gon' fool 'em .224, gon' shoot up Your lean stay Karo, boot 'em Bring your bitch, I swear you'll lose her Why you tweakin' on me? Thousand dollar sneakers on me Dropped a four in litres Why you think they wanna be us? [Robb Bank$:] Boy you know you tweakin' If you think that bitch a keeper Boy I eat her, then I skeet her Combo, she a sleeper Off the bat, I'm Derek Jeter Homerun, when I see her Strip the belt of her, leaner Nigga, you gon' need a prenup Bitch First thing I need is a perc Stick my dick in the pint She lick it with the syrup Know I keep the muzzle Pussy nigga, hit the dirt Boy don't make me up it, keep on talkin', you'll get burnt Aye Aye, ain't nobody like me, ain't nobody like me I might fuck your wifey Boy I know you like it Ain't nobody like me, why the fuck you lying? You know I was signed, you can't do it like me Aye Bitch I walk up in it Chrome, hoe pick up your phone Sir Griffin don't a Piston But I do not play ball You a peasant, you a serf I got Wi-Fi on I walk in it with a semi No, bum bum bum 2phoneshawty take your bitch I'm gone bleed them 6 I'm 545 fighter I'm the fucking King of Leon Pussy nigga talking with his chest You better wear a vest, you a peon Got a red bitch Coming through my day like a Hurricane Or Rock Lee huh Phone will snipe a nigga like I'm Blade More less take your Bape Nigga waiting for me You clean tables all day Jessica do what I say Nigga know I'm Killgrave I got flies in the air Like a fucking bouquet [Fat Nick:] When we visit, choppers spray I don't care what you say I got racks, spendin' bands And I do this everyday Sipping lean, popping pills All these drugs gon' light my fuse Who is you? Who are you? You a broke boy that's so true [Robb Bank$:] Bitch First thing I need is a perc Stick my dick in the pint She lick it with the syrup Know I keep the muzzle Pussy nigga, hit the dirt Boy don't make me up it, keep on talkin', you'll get burnt Aye Aye, ain't nobody like me, ain't nobody like me I might fuck your wifey Boy I know you like it Ain't nobody like me, why the fuck you lying? You know I was signed, you can't do it like me |
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