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byrd call - robb bank$ lyrics

[intro: robb bank$]
ow!

whoo!
whoo
c2
turn me up
turn me up
turn me up
phone
phone

3peat
phone
3peat
3peat
3peat
3peat
3peat

double s
double s
lets go!

yeah nuez, these motherf-ckers, where my shades at?
(where my shades at dawg?)
this for all you hating -ss b-tches
that thought it was over
it will never stop
you b-tch!

[pre hook: robb bank$]
aye
i might make her suck it on the camera
all i’m missing is a scandal
i remix it like it’s karo
i bet ashley want me back now
it’s the dream team boy we p-ss them
slap you, remove your face tattoos
i walk in that talking did it
i flew in the rubber feathers

moonwalk
my thriller renown
no snitch might single them out
got head on the couch (i do)
i’m allergic to b-tch
i just blew my nose in her blouse
they tell you it’s round (whoo!)
that b-tch had you around
my ad-libs is out in her mouth
these p-ssy n-gg-s make me so sick
i got to drink a whole pint of c-ke with it
with the birds goes though (though)
b-tch it ain’t a rooftop (no!)
brad pitt at the shows (i do)
best lookin’ n-gg- in the mall (i do!)
she dm’ed me like i gave a f-ck
but she tweedle dee and tweedle dum
know its double s b-tt-f-cking inglorious
the roid n-gg- no flock

[hook: robb bank$]
byrd call
byrd call
n-gg-, bird call
byrd call
byrd call
n-gg-, byrd call
phone on
from the side, turn the phone on
can’t stop, won’t stop
n-gg-, byrd call

[verse 2: robb banks]
b-tch needa’ chill with the texting that calling
you play to much
got bbs sent me them bm’s
she hopped i’m my dm’s
i know that lil’ lady loves
no touching no touching
no kids though you must be sick
cause we do not do babies here
yeah f-ck n-gg-
you must be mental or hansel & gretel
i do not follow crows
my n-gg- i was gun toting
sold a hundred pack of copans
even when i ain’t have nothing
mainly otis with the broke sh-t
now my money overflowing’
kicking sh-t up in new york
walk in the 300 office
i’m the big boss, cohen

extravagant, savagery
you know i’m back in it
mike jack’s in it
nose job, my n-gg- you smelling
killin’ it, last week
f-cked a native american
tore her back up, bare
felt like the revenant

[hook: robb bank$]
byrd call
byrd call
n-gg-, bird call
byrd call
byrd call
n-gg-, byrd call
phone on
from the side, turn the phone on
can’t stop, won’t stop
n-gg-, byrd call

- robb bank lyrics

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