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it wasn't me - robb bank$ lyrics

[verse 1]
f-ck with me, tell em n-gg-s stop f-ckin’
cloverfield hope you run out of luck with me
i’m at the void feed them models with xans
keep that sh-t low i ain’t tell em (?)
i done had s-x scandals in the press
i heard your mixtape, it was sweat
all of your chains look like f-cking scr-ps
i was in rollin loud with the strap

[hook:]
but it wasn’t me
it wasn’t me, it wasn’t me, it wasn’t me
it wasn’t me, it wasn’t me
hit 35, i’m for the p
it wasn’t me, it wasn’t me, it wasn’t me
it wasn’t me, it wasn’t me, it wasn’t me
i can get 35 for the p
[verse 2]
right over left for my stone
puppet n-gg- hands full
these n-gg-s hatin cause they poor
might get em booked for a show
marsha heart still broke, seen that cutie up close
hoe you work at whole foods on the low
bet that p-ssy still got gmo
boy we never was broke, for that we did that song
and no pressure lil n-gg-, no respect for you doe
boy i’m stoned to the bone, never once wifed a hoe
ashley couldn’t get me, so she went got a clone
i been waitin all summer been bitin my tongue
lit these n-gg-s, haunter fresh out the bong
head to sleep to and blew up on my phones
dei-dara on these clones

[bridge]
bastic, whattup, get yo -ss kicked
walked inside the door, shawty caught me red handed
i take molly, i get spastic, percocet like asprin
p-ssy actin hard i give him everything he askin (b-tch)

[verse 3]
how you let sh-ggy son rip you?
how you let sh-ggy son get you?
you let sh-ggy son get the pistol
sh-ggy son tired of the b-tchin
sh-ggy son went to far in women
sh-ggy son just might run up and hit you
sh-ggy son couldn’t f-ck with you n-gg-s
sh-ggy son was the one didn’t i tell you
n-gg- i chopped the top, go outta sp-ce, i smoke to the face
broke show, can’t get a taste, when i look at you i see the hate
put you in yo place, i finally came out the plate
boy i put a pistol to ya face
n-gg- i’m dank swear that i feel like 10k
and i’m feelin like 09′ wayne, bet you feel like sgp

[bridge/outro]
bastik, whattup, get yo -ss kicked
walked inside the door, shawty caught me red handed
i take molly, i get spastik, percocet like asprin
p-ssy actin hard i give him everything he askin (b-tch)

- robb bank lyrics

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