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La Familia Lyrics - Artist : Robb Bank$
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Hey Cris, fuck you! [Robb Bank$:] I got bands on me (Uh), beams on me (Uh) Lean on me, do not lean on me (Uh) See it on me (Uh), get it from me (Uh) Thirty PT, this ain't NGP [Wifisfuneral:] Hol' up, like cloud nine I'm too high when I pass by Like, why try? I gotta kill my competition Like a rid is on my bands that like five guys You cross my back, well that's your life That's the moral I'm preaching Snake niggas in the cut, cuttin' my grass so I'm peepin' (Woo) I'm still ridin' Forgi's in the whip though, with' a freak hoe Bend it low, if you down to go Cool, tend it, bro Cut shit like a butcher, this shit real smoke (Ayy) I could blow that cancer up yo' alley if you with' though Ayy, and if my dead man don't trust you, well then it's fuck it (Uh huh) And if I send my dead man right at you, you kick the bucket (Huh) And I can't pray for oppositions, I can't trust that shit Okay, bitch, I'm up now, fuck next (Yeah) Why the fuck I need to flex? (Yeah) Yeah, I know that I'm the best (Yeah) Tell yo' bitch to drop that neck (Yeah) Took a vaca' on a jet (Yeah) Hoe, you know that I am stressed (Yeah) And these drugs make me a mess (Yeah) Oh, you, oh, oh [Robb Bank$:] Scared, man, they know I'm cold-hearted .223 shoot through the fabrics with the carpet And bitch, I don't give a fuck 'bout none of them (Yeah) I'm on the edge, I want revenge like Garette Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Rich Life, la familia, uh, uh Rich Gang, la familia, uh, uh That nigga ain't familiar, uh, uh, uh IPhone screen cracked, broke by me Got an opp at fourteen and I fucked this four nieces (Okay) I invoke you to find the path that you're leadin' Sorry, got strong smokin' strong all season (Ah) To be the top dog, feel like Tiger Woods You got me fucked up, wasn't with me in that mud Watch me get sucked up and get the 'Gram stuck And now my life gone, whodie what you on? Bury the homie, uh, like SSET! Where you goin'? Who that is? Who that is? How you rollin'? I might pull up in Benz Coupe and hop out and front the police Like fuck the police I got bands on me, beams on me (Uh) Lean on me (Uh), do not lean on me (Uh) See it on me, get it from me Thirty PT, this ain't NGP Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Rich Life, la familia, uh, uh Rich Gang, la familia, uh, uh That nigga ain't familiar, uh, uh, uh |
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