Paroles On me de Robb Banks

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Tha city

2013

On me

[Hook: Robb Bank$]
Got bands on the beans let me see it I'mma get it from me
Tell the peoples on me, I got bond money
Legal money, got it illegal
Shawty she on it, I came, she caught it splash
I don't even know why all you little fuck boys always tryna' be like me
They don't know I got lean on me
Yo bitch took a sip then leaned on me
Hey bitch I get money like
Boy I got your ho fucking like
When they hear a nigga coming and I, (beep)
Catch a nigga smart stunning like, that's right lil' bitch

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
We all on sight, all I ever hear is on sight
Well fuck nigga I'm here, look for the nigga with the hair
You walk by, no surprise
Keep using that Mangeky? then you bound to go blind
Bitch I came on two Xan's them two milligrams
And I'm tryna' say I pour a five jug out of spite
Just to want on yo' one cliché lean high
With the 275, still a SS nigga
Smart Stunna she suck it, sound like a lisp my nigga
Put it on paper I go get it like a list nigga
Fuck around with SpaceGhost guarantee you one dead ass nigga
No issue, boy I'll die for my nigga what I got to be scared for
Crazy twitter bio say psycho when you half way dead
At least you look crazy ol' silly ass nigga
Puttin' on your momma dress don't make you no killer
Shit, Norman Bates ass nigga
Aye short just dropped high school wasn't my cup of tea
And a degree, definitely wasn't my pop
But thems hoes taught a nigga bout' them pills I listened
Had leaves, stones and mist
From the water whip I'll hit it, my mom was on the riches
Headbands my nigga
Still cut a nigga lean, still don't cut deals
Feel like the Akatsuki the way I crack seals

[Hook: Robb Bank$]

[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]
Your bitch want to suck the codeine out a nigga
High as fuck the police, but all you do is investigate me nigga
I rep FLA but no, handshakes don't mean shit to me nigga
And ain't nobody like me shit, I'm Meg Griffin nigga
Aye got walk around money, look like the diamond's jogging
So a nigga think he getting questioned at dinner
When the waiter walk up to my table with a dumb ass statement like
"Steal a sparkler"
Your paycheck stuck in between my teeth
These ain't pull-outs boy I'm permanently thuggin'
And your main bitch love it
Look how you living, eat enticing meat for dinner, Robin Givens ass nigga
Don't know what they got until it's gone
But no refunds on your virginity
Now you always got the one like Trinity
Boy I fucked your ho, then eat your soul, got it personal
It went in my unfinished mixtape
I take his ass off right after the Drake mix
Dusty shoe nigga say he running through a check
Tell his ass shh, be quiet while I sip
Bitch I run my city, even call the mixtape my city
On some cliché shit, see I'm using big words
Now I been cross the globe, met foreign hoes
We speaking in tongues and I ain't even say hello
Pussy nigga pause on that VHS my bitch don't like that gay shit
See what happened to that 3rd nigga that tried to strip
Everybody think the Trap God ain't in real life they Trap Lords
Lying about they sack like a dyke

[Hook: Robb Bank$]

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[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
We all on sight, all I ever hear is on sight
Well fuck nigga I'm here, look for the nigga with the hair
You walk by, no surprise
Keep using that Mangeky? then you bound to go blind
Bitch I came on two Xan's them two milligrams
And I'm tryna' say I pour a five jug out of spite
Just to want on yo' one cliché lean high
With the 275, still a SS nigga
Smart Stunna she suck it, sound like a lisp my nigga
Put it on paper I go get it like a list nigga
Fuck around with SpaceGhost guarantee you one dead ass nigga
No issue, boy I'll die for my nigga what I got to be scared for
Crazy twitter bio say psycho when you half way dead
At least you look crazy ol' silly ass nigga
Puttin' on your momma dress don't make you no killer
Shit, Norman Bates ass nigga
Aye short just dropped high school wasn't my cup of tea
And a degree, definitely wasn't my pop
But thems hoes taught a nigga bout' them pills I listened
Had leaves, stones and mist
From the water whip I'll hit it, my mom was on the riches
Headbands my nigga
Still cut a nigga lean, still don't cut deals
Feel like the Akatsuki the way I crack seals

[Hook: Robb Bank$]

[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]
Your bitch want to suck the codeine out a nigga
High as fuck the police, but all you do is investigate me nigga
I rep FLA but no, handshakes don't mean shit to me nigga
And ain't nobody like me shit, I'm Meg Griffin nigga
Aye got walk around money, look like the diamond's jogging
So a nigga think he getting questioned at dinner
When the waiter walk up to my table with a dumb ass statement like
"Steal a sparkler"
Your paycheck stuck in between my teeth
These ain't pull-outs boy I'm permanently thuggin'
And your main bitch love it
Look how you living, eat enticing meat for dinner, Robin Givens ass nigga
Don't know what they got until it's gone
But no refunds on your virginity
Now you always got the one like Trinity
Boy I fucked your ho, then eat your soul, got it personal
It went in my unfinished mixtape
I take his ass off right after the Drake mix
Dusty shoe nigga say he running through a check
Tell his ass shh, be quiet while I sip
Bitch I run my city, even call the mixtape my city
On some cliché shit, see I'm using big words
Now I been cross the globe, met foreign hoes
We speaking in tongues and I ain't even say hello
Pussy nigga pause on that VHS my bitch don't like that gay shit
See what happened to that 3rd nigga that tried to strip
Everybody think the Trap God ain't in real life they Trap Lords
Lying about they sack like a dyke

[Hook: Robb Bank$]