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solid - chris travis & robb bank$ lyrics

[verse 1: chris travis]
f-ck do you mean i come in and attack sh-t
smoking so mean it got my blunt feeling mad b-tch
son of a king but i’m the one man bandit
taking your trees and then burn ’em like ashes
running the money, i don’t f-ck with that cop sh-t
burning ya up quick just like a hot pocket
promise we greeding on go, don’t stop sh-t
your b-tch legs in the air like she’s about to do a drop kick
boy i’m on this beat like knitting on stockings
yeah i f-cked that ho, then i left her in the lobby
f-ck first cl-ss with the captain in the c-ck pit
pilling while dressing on a thousand dollar outfit
young chris travis in her mouth, where you find me
dope in the cabin with your b-tch, eating salmon
don’t play your role, you can’t be around me
portraying the troll, b-tch you better off clowning

[chorus: robb bank$]
and boy me and you, me and you, me and you ain’t the same
you boy you just a f-ck n-gga
if i hopped off the porch with you
just know i f-ck with you
just know i’m riding my n-gga
boy who you finna see
boy you just copped a plea
i know you a liar my n-gga
f-ck with kenshin, f-ck with 2phoneshawty
yeah you know that, we solid my n-gga
you know that we solid my n-gga
know that we solid my n-gga
know that we solid my n-gga
yeah you know that we solid my n-gga
know that we solid my n-gga
know that we solid my n-gga
yeah you know that sh-t solid my n-gga
yeah you know that we solid my n-gga

[verse 2: robb bank$]
and your b-tch had her tongue in my ear
i ain’t heard what you say, know your p-ssy from what i do here
get it straight
i bring the pain bout time i regulate
i see the p-ssy in your face little boy don’t play games
get your mind right, n-ggas turn full dyk-
first of my kind, i reprise in the moonlight
8 years straight i’ve been drinking dirty sprite
eating clean lean diet, boy that savage life for life, right?
made the baby cry, f-ck your bm till the sun up
gm to the non-believers, i just woke up
i make my b-tch, yo’ b-tch, slow kiss the d-ck and c-m quick
don’t ask where my project, i drop it, i make a mess
boy these n-ggas in the mirror can’t bear to keep looking
and all these hoes saltier then they own p-ssy
they gon’ feed you bullsh-t that taste like your momma cooking
try & dap me i let your hand levitate and i’m floating

[chorus: robb bank$]
and boy me and you, me and you, me and you ain’t the same
you boy you just a f-ck n-gga
if hopped off the porch with you
just know i f-ck with you
just know i’m riding my n-gga
boy who you finna’ see
boy you just copped the plea
i know you a liar my n-gga
f-ck with kenshin, f-ck with 2phoneshawty
yeah you know that, we solid my n-gga
you know that we solid my n-gga
know that we solid my n-gga
know that we solid my n-gga
yeah know that we solid my n-gga
know that we solid my n-gga
know that we solid my n-gga
yeah you know that sh-t solid my n-gga
yeah you know that we solid my n-gga

- chris travis robb bank lyrics

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