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Robb Bank$


[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Oooooh that pus*y smell like teen spirit
f*ck n*gga want it, then a f*ck n*gga get it
You looking for a real pimp n*gga, I can be it
b*tch young n*gga pull strings, cousin skeeter (aye)
Pop that pill, you know the drill strip then tell me how it feel
Thighs to the side, like a combo meal
Tools to the trade, Bob the Builder in the sheets
And that pus*y too tight, cause it still screwing me
Dining set imported, she f*cking on my carpet
Chewing molly rocks, spitting stone, I’m Dabura
Don't judge a book by it's cover, f*cked a b*tch off BackPage
Let me tell you bout it all (lil b*tch)
n*ggas hate on you, cause they think it help em' get on
Then bump yo sh*t whenever they alone
Been listening since my video had 33 views
And ya' girl like the beat, and I'm like me too


[Hook]
Gah'damn bae look like you hopped out a dream
Ride the stick like a witch, girl you the next supreme
Give it to me all day, gone put it in my face
Stop playing gimmie' that Sasha Fierce girl Yonce
Finer than ya' b*tch
Finer than ya' b*tch n*gga
Finer than ya' b*tch
Finer than ya' b*tch n*gga
Come find ya' b*tch
Come find ya' b*tch n*gga
b*tch n*gga you know what it is
Finer than ya' b*tch

[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]
I say b*tch i'm bout to run for president, president
And every b*tch in Broward f*cked in my Lexus, my Lexus
Broward county legend 3 l's at the w
So what you mean you ain't sucking di*k?
b*tch please
Still let her friend slide through
I don't know about you
But all I got for these hoes is hard di*k, and the truth
(Aye) Stop talking before you bore me
Motorcycle on forgie's
Eat a lil' pus*y but I never kiss ass you McMahon
Trish Stratus want me to strip her of her title
And I might just call Jackie or Chyna
Summer slam get ya' diva on
Wrestle me down in ya' panties
Warbucks book my flight
[?]
Caught another one off BackPage
That's a hole in the story
And I'm bout the patch that
You f*cking dobe you don't know me
Make a movie with shawty, finna' download adobe
See me I live with pus*y, boy I'm Yajirobe
[?]
Get right, pus*y n*gga get right
Look me in the eyes, you can tell that I'm fine
No lie cheetah girl what my b*tch look like
Still like to get my di*k sucked under the street lights


[Hook]


2 phone
Yea I'm 2 phone shawty
2 phone
Yea I'm 2 phone shawty
2 phone
Yea I'm 2 phone shawty
2 phone
Yea I'm 2 phone shawty
Ask ya' main b*tch if she been in tha' masei
Ask ya' main b*tch if she just FaceTime me
Hang up, pick up, Turn Up
2 phone shawty
Bet I drop tha' call like she drop tha' ass for me
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