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bet uncut (october) - robb bank$ lyrics

[verse 1: young neil]
make up on the pillowcase
hickeys on the neck
i told you not to leave it i’m tryna keep us a secret
not because you ain’t good enough i love yo -ss to death
just i don’t trust myself and girl you shouldn’t really either
but you, do
you stay around
you got my back
i lay you down
we right back at it
f-ckin like some addicts
somehow sh-t just happens
and you light one up say it enhance the p-ssion
that’s all you lookin for
girl that’s all you really need
subst-tuting p-ssion with the feeling when i’m in between
we can’t be
not with the type of dream i’m tryna reach
can’t rap bout f-ckin these hoes if i got a girl at home (like hov)
so i feel wrong when we back with each other under covers and i’m askin her all of a sudden
you can’t take it yo heart breakin cause you realize what the truth is
and i stop playin stupid sh-t you really ain’t that clueless
and these hoes tryna get to know a n-gga
b-tch i’m more interested in what you tryna show a n-gga
i take the music and the fame look i really can’t concern hoes
i’d die without my team
rest in peace joe paterno

[hook](x2)
bet i’m rollin she let me f-ck
bet me ten i leave with a dub
bet i put my hands underneath the soap suds in the tub and i swere off after i f-ck
she know that a real n-gga know w-ssup
she want that bet uncut
play boosie light candles and roll up
she want that bet uncut
now pop that p-ssy for me (like a stripper)
just pop that p-ssy for me (like a stripper) [x5]
b-tch pop that p-ssy for me (like a stripper)

[verse 2: robb bank$]
bounce that -ss one time for the savage
one xan’ and you can’t stop laughin
your dad would be mad if i fogged out his maybach so don’t even ask what the f-ck i been ashin
im off krokodil and a sherm stick call carmen for her connect’s number
and this cali b-tch want me to f-ck her like pics she reblog on tumblr
got a free spirit trapped up in the hood
got a grip up on that handle
got a white girl that dance with white girls who keep my choppa in her satchel
color coordinating my money into purple green and yellow
and she ain’t a real hipster b-tch if her hair ain’t purple green or yellow
on my hip you see that magnum
the hips on that b-tch like i took her out a maxim
and that gold herringbone shine give her flashbacks of that magnum
hit my dope boy phone i send the telephone number
took her on a trip to guatemala just to drive she copped a hummer
maxed out her daddy’s black card
and this ain’t jibberish on my freshjive
hoodie, lil b-tch
that’s my credit card number
cracked the window so ‘trol could smell the cigs
smoke coulda bring pictures you paint to life, not even in chalkzone
b-tch i’m coppin paintings from takashi murakami
while i’m taking hollister off holly
and poppin molly’s with molly
and i ain’t gon apologize when i say you f-ck n-ggas is sorry
i’m in a rocking chair, waiting on my f-ckin plug to call me
or in a room at the fontainebleau, blowin’ tree
flippin a young blonde b-tch’s stomach, call that marley and me

- robb bank lyrics

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