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a bitch already broke my heart - robb bank$ lyrics

[verse 1]
crack your back and then i′m ghost
do it like tariq and make her walk, uh, g*l*k
how i pulled up, so sl!ck, neck lit, wrist lit (for a sock g)
n*gga, it was 4th of july, fives crackin’, nines blastin′ (yeah)
ridin’ through glass and burn germany with my ratchet (n*gga)
i feel fantastic, i’m feelin′ fantastic (yeah)
versace towels and blankets, cozy in the mad, n*gga

[bridge]
(i′ve been torn apart so many times)
(i’ve been here so many times before)
yeah, come on, yeah, come on, n*gga
b*tch, shut the f*ck up with all that cryin′ (b*tch)
i’ve been torn apart so many times
so many times i had to blast my nine
(i′ve been here so many times before)
i’m probably gon′ hurt you again, i ain’t gon’ lie
(no, there′s no way) i′m not
baby, i’m the one that cheat, the one that lie
you need to find it, try it with that next n*gga
′round here, that sh*t don’t fly, f*ck, n*gga

[verse 2]
i ain′t never met a dame like you (swear to god)
purple eye shadow hangin’ out the roof (swear to god)
n*ggas got a lot to say ′bout you
like how you go and run to him, try to come back ’round the spin
hold on, no you don’t
must think that i′m green or som′, b*tch, i’m not a ghost
we know how you get that sh*t up, man even your n*gga know
i can tell by all them cheap ass chains that he know the ropes
ayy, new bands drummin′, real hair hunnid, that’s your b*tch
you the type to hunt ya, i′m the type to leave her with a kid
b*tch say that she pregnant, better pop this all*purpose pill
i’m a real gunner and you just a motherf*cker
(sold out) shh, shh, spend it all on you
(counting) f*ck a bag up and ball on you
bet you love me now, yeah, mm, that′s all it’s ever about
[bridge]
(get money)
(uh,yeah, get money)
(uh,yeah, get money)
(uh,yeah, get money)
(uh,yeah, get money)
(uh,yeah, get money)
(uh,yeah, get money)
(uh,yeah, get money)

[verse 3]
you wanna see more of my liberal flow?
play nintendo and see what you know
pick up the phone, say femto not home, i’m on s*x all night
i get hit in the heart (evil in my heart is the sh*t, b*tch)

[outro]
why you do that? why you do that? why you do that?
why you do that? why you do that?
back in the law, i′ve been the boss, boss
back in the law, i′ve been the boss, boss
disrespect my cut, my sh*t superior
disrespect my cut, my, disrespect my cut

- robb bank lyrics

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