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transporter - robb bank$ lyrics

[intro: scooby santana]
message!
rockefeller
1k, this savage life, b-tch
keep the motherf-cking byrd out your mouth, you old broke -ss jitt, you petty -ss lil crumb
waiting on them motherf-cking government checks, them big blocks of cheese you eating for dinner, you pussy -ss b-tch
toss out a motherf-cking hundred big faces, have these crumbs scrambling, n-gg-
f-ck you mean, n-gg-? you don’t want none of this, n-gg-
keep this shit 1k, this motherf-cking c2 , n-gg-
get this shit right, you b-tch -ss lil hoe, petty -ss lil boy

[verse 1: robb bank$]
ay, sset
these n-gg-s mad i made they daughter a mama
i took off the condom and sold it in zara
i painted her face, wrote my name in mascara
gucci my collar, i’m orochimaru
i like the b-tches that’s ready and willing
go to la fitness in a new york minute
they eating the set if the gang let me in
that mean yo favorite rapper getting punched in his shit
i ain’t taking no pictures til they free smitty out the penitentiary
i scoop in a bentley
soft serve my neckpiece, somebody come get me
ain’t wanna start dripping, so i made her lick me
f-ck n-gg- watching my pockets
i’m bleaching my robins, they sensing my haki
all equipment came, my newest hobby
when i snatch her call her margot robbie
ruby on me in the middle like staryu
hydroponic pentagram under water
see me coming dark prince, no guitar
and i’m purifier than lake minnetonka
3 series cream seats, spaulding
p-ss her after she bounce it, then we balling
if she 21, then b-tch get slaughtered
“issa knife” in my motherf-cking boxers, b-tch
south seas, them my gump n-gg-s
call newskie up, get your slumped n-gg-
your booney world, but your gun tooting
stank -ss girl tryna f-ck too
street n-gg- ‘fore a tumblr n-gg-
can’t look in my eye, you a f-ck n-gg-
make scoob ride on you f-ck n-gg-s
make juice slide on you f-ck n-gg-s

[hook: robb bank$]
kush, syrup, percs, blow
ruger, uzi, chopper, scope
scoob, juice, ice, phone
jason statham, you know i transport that dope
you know i transport that dope, you know, you know i transport that dope
you know i transport that dope, you know, you know i transport that dope
step out the carter with more
f-cking yo b-tch and she gave me that throat
you know i transport that dope, 4301, yeah, we transport that dope

[verse 2: scooby santana]
these n-gg-s is mad cause they daddy my barber
i came out the carter, i’m selling hermione
i came in the club and i f-cked up the party
22 b-tches, they screaming “i’m gnarly!”
me and lil dooney, we shoot out, george clooney
we f-cked all the groupies, we smashed in the sprinter
bad b-tches, wanna come and remember
she sucked on my d-ck and i couldn’t remember
i got b-tches claiming [?] divergent
these n-gg-s they serving, you know i be serving
2 for the 88 came with alert
my b-tch she wanna come f-ck for the perc
p80 came from [?]
these b-tches wanna f-ck me, but that’s not my problem
i jump in the wraith and they screaming out “scooby!”
me and [?] tryna make movies
50k on my neck looking like stuart
20 strippers when i brought my computer
feeling like phil, b-tch, i’m back to the future
i pop me a vicodin, i’m feeling like victor (whoa)
when i get on, i’mma f-ck a targaryen
white b-tches, you know that we sharing ’em
me and montana, we kick down your door
f&n n-gg-, aimed at your hoe
my name ain’t marquise, i ain’t squashing no beef
white b-tches wanna f-ck on the team
when i get on, i’ma model for guess
young n-gg-, still thumbing through checks
[?] fresh out of college
these b-tches want f-ck me, they digging my pockets
they screaming “atomic”
i drop in a beamer, they yelling out who?
me

- robb bank lyrics

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