24/7 lyrics

by

Robb Bank$


[Intro]
I think I might be happy

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
You used to make your nephew leave the room
While that pus*y in bloom
Sit atop the freezing moon and let the cigarette cool off
Aye, get right, n*gga, we don't f*ck with you
Certified, f*ck a myth, f*ck a legend
Aye hentai, don't make me draw a pus*y, n*gga
365, b*tch, quarter of a century
Endless, flexing, n*gga don't test me
I'll kill myself 'fore I let a pus*y n*gga kill me
Aye, your girlfriend, her bestie, they ready, they friendly
I woke up like this, I let your main b*tch lick me
You kidding, you tripping, you know I'm really in it
n*gga got boys with that semi that'll flip you in a minute
And the dead has arisen, so n*gga please tempt me
Don't f*ck with me b*tch, that's the start of the ending, aye

[Chorus: Robb Bank$]
24/7 (24/7, 24/7)
Eat a di*k, eat a di*k, eat a di*k, n*gga
24/7 (24/7, 24/7)
Eat a di*k, eat a di*k, eat a di*k, n*gga
24/7 (24/7, 24/7)
Eat a di*k, eat a di*k, eat a di*k, n*gga
24/7, eat a di*k, eat a di*k
Eat a di*k, eat a di*k, eat a di*k, n*gga
[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]
Why in the f*ck these pus*y n*ggas think that they could play with me?
n*gga on my souI, if a f*ck n*gga talk
I'ma let that sh*t go, what you saying to me
Aye, I got these n*ggas mad, I got these b*tches mad
Siri kiss me through the phone, though, she happy that I'm back
n*gga, Adolf Hitler when I light the gas
b*tch, I load my clip and that's Adobe Flash
Aye, I don't think there's anyone who want it
That's genuine like antiques, no ponies
You n*ggas you don't know me
I call a yes-man a yes-man, a f*ck boy by they government
I pulled the panties off your ho, and b*tch I seen ya portrait
Odd Future's like that prick you played to get on live mixtapes
Yo' ass need to quit, we done seen through that sh*t boy
Young dark prince, I sacrificed yo' b*tch
And boy, the brain so good she can bend a spoon with the sh*t (You know, I'm on it)
Where you n*ggas want it, in your head or your stomach?
If you run up, you get done up, boy, we way past the talking
I'm in the dertbag, you can throw me in ya' garden
KieMoney with me like 20 thousand in my pocket
f*ck with a n*gga that know
I'll give your ass the truth for the motherf*cking low
Rain, sleet or snow, gunshine throw it up in this b*tch
To my slow painful death, til then, eat a— (Aye)
[Chorus: Robb Bank$]
24/7 (24/7, 24/7)
Eat a di*k, eat a di*k, eat a di*k, n*gga
24/7 (24/7, 24/7)
Eat a di*k, eat a di*k, eat a di*k, n*gga
24/7 (24/7, 24/7)
Eat a di*k, eat a di*k, eat a di*k, n*gga
24/7, eat a di*k, eat a di*k
Eat a di*k, eat a di*k, eat a di*k, n*gga

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Bridge: IndigoChildRick]
24/7, 24/7, 24/7
24/7, 24/7, 24/7
24/7, 24/7, 24/7
24/7, 24/7, 24/7

[Verse 3: IndigoChildRick]
A n*gga never parched, 'cause these hoes be quenching the thirst
b*tch mad 'cause my hair is younger than her
b*tch, I pull my Tommy's stand out
Eat a di*k, then shut the f*ck up
Stupid motherf*cker, I could never be a sucka
Suck a n*gga balls up, b*tch, and work my f*cking nut up
Fringe yo' lips like a emo b*tch who 'bout to get cut up
24/7, everyday, they never loved us
Under 21 and I would still could f*ck the club up
With a ziptie on my wrist, in this b*tch drinking hella liq'
One hand on the glass, other hand on your b*tch double D's
Since then, eat a di*k, eat a di*k, eat a di*k
Eat a di*k, eat a di*k, eat a di*k, eat a di*k, eat a di*k, eat a di*k
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