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flo milli shit (freestyle) - robb bank$ lyrics

[intro]
4301 deathless (raesam on the beat!)
yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah (run that sh*t back)

[refrain]
femto, get with the sh*t
ho, better l!ck the d*ck

[verse 1]
uh, p*ssy sweat when i walk in the party
captain ginyu i go body to body
walking dead off the xan turn to a zombie
i gave her some d*ck she said “thank you,” kindly
got a middle east b*tch from abu dhabi
really she a terrorist, blow d*ck for me
doing dirt, hiding in a hole, bin laden
kid goku the power pole, let her climb it
sit on my nimbus b*tch you know i’m clouded/clouted
she took addies, they just grabbed that d*ck and slob it
yeah you give her a cradle you know she gon’ rob it
cradle to the grave b*tch you know i’m the robber
pop a perc, shoot your n*gga and won’t say i’m sorry
i’m throwing up the roc call him jigga, shawn carter
and i got the blueprint for the reasonable doubters
all like frieza with the scouter power level ten thousand
now i gave her that perc and that b*tch keep on fighting it
split the other half knocked her out on my tyson sh*t
point out the riot you know i’m enticing it
she chewed up the d*ck while i chewed up a vicodin
so i don’t think that’s the ho you should be wifing, kid
don’t put no ring on it but it’s okay to like the b*tch
and if y’all stop talking no emotion, act like she dead
ho gon’ be a ho and i love all mine, quiet (shhh)
[chorus]
nah b*tch i ain’t your man (430)
i don’t even remember your name i was off a xan, for real (yuh!)
nah b*tch i ain’t your man
i don’t even remember your name i was off the xan, chea (yuh!)

[refrain]
femto, get with the sh*t
ho, better eat the d*ck

[verse 2]
yeah yeah yeah, p90 b*tch watch what i do to ya
glocks, fn’s, and i got a ruger tucked
i got guns for days trying to make your medulla bust
this teacher not virtual n*gga i’m schooling ya
and i got the fetti, the guap, the arugula
and your b*tch a gnat, a thot, yea we through with her
b*tch know i’m petty, i’m shiesty, i’m booted up
yeah they called up left a condom in the room for him
3 am and i’m running ’round the lobby
singing r. kelly “i believe i can fly”
i got a little thot in the parking lot wild’n
that p*ssy smell sick, probably covid i’ll swab it
b*tch stop playing like i ain’t a love doctor
antidote, antidote one more molly
rear end that b*tch and headshot the driver
shiesty i lead her to your cheap ass honda
crazy

- robb bank lyrics

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