Robb Bank$ - Big Pimpin' (November) lyrics
[Robb Bank$ - Big Pimpin' November lyrics]
Yeah
You got your head right on your shoulders
You know where you wanna go
And we can fall in love
Even under such thick smoke
And your hair right by your knees
As you make it wobble slow
You only worried about the positives
You puttin' on a show
You earned it girl, you earned it girl
I pour you another shot of bourban, girl
Now I sound like Drake, 'bout 12: 28
About when I show you how
Much you deserve it, girl
And I set my counter 'bout in Florence
Cause all my furniture's in storage
I'm throwing money on a Yaris
But I don't speak that guala
So I can't pronouce her last name
Yesterday was my last day
Took the money off of that bedside
But I left a clip in the ashtray
So you can play my songs and
Get high to my monotone
In the Pokemon center
Skyping hoes like they Professor Oak
Tumblrgod at Starbucks
Getting notes off hoes over frappucinos
Maids tucking Cartier mitts in the
Pockets of all your clothes
Smoking on boombastic, just so you know
That's a disclaimer
And don't get no crocodile tears
I'm all black gator, bitch
Thought maybe I should hit
Your phone from the
Way that we ain't been talking lately
And if I wasn't rapping baby
I would still be riding Mercedes
So go fall in love with that
New nigga, just ask yourself
You think he gon' replace me?
Chrome and shinin', sippin' daily
No rest until Whitey pays me
It's the, big Southern rap impresario
Coming straight from the down south barrio
Sorry though, your bitch wanted to ride
On her Twitter AVI poking out her sides
See, how them swangers poke out
That interior rep inside
I ride it with some bricks all
The way to that country side, bitch
I'm pimping hoes on tumblr
So reblog and follow back American Spirit's
She ask if I could bust her down on that
Bitch I flew from Tokyo to Forks
And I still made it back
To your Bella's place
But still haven't found time to
Go and visit Miguel's grave
See that's that fuck shit, that
Nigga taught me better, right?
Civil upbringing
But I still claim that savage life
Skinny nigga at a 5 star
Never ordered a salad
But y'all buff for no reason
Cause I know you not 'bout it
So we can throw those hands
Like I throw them bands
All on her black china
Got your girl good china all up in my hands
Cause I'm in your love nest
But with Christmas reef under the mistletoe
That bitch bad, a hundred HP
On that Chikorita, I thought I'd let you know
You got your head right on your shoulders
You know where you wanna go
And we can fall in love
Even under such thick smoke
And your hair right by your knees
As you make it wobble slow
You only worried about the positives
You puttin' on a show
You earned it girl, you earned it girl
I pour you another shot of bourban, girl
Now I sound like Drake, 'bout 12: 28
About when I show you how
Much you deserve it, girl
And I set my counter 'bout in Florence
Cause all my furniture's in storage
I'm throwing money on a Yaris
But I don't speak that guala
So I can't pronouce her last name
Yesterday was my last day
Took the money off of that bedside
But I left a clip in the ashtray
So you can play my songs and
Get high to my monotone
In the Pokemon center
Skyping hoes like they Professor Oak
Tumblrgod at Starbucks
Getting notes off hoes over frappucinos
Maids tucking Cartier mitts in the
Pockets of all your clothes
Smoking on boombastic, just so you know
That's a disclaimer
And don't get no crocodile tears
I'm all black gator, bitch
Thought maybe I should hit
Your phone from the
Way that we ain't been talking lately
And if I wasn't rapping baby
I would still be riding Mercedes
So go fall in love with that
New nigga, just ask yourself
You think he gon' replace me?
Chrome and shinin', sippin' daily
No rest until Whitey pays me
It's the, big Southern rap impresario
Coming straight from the down south barrio
Sorry though, your bitch wanted to ride
On her Twitter AVI poking out her sides
See, how them swangers poke out
That interior rep inside
I ride it with some bricks all
The way to that country side, bitch
I'm pimping hoes on tumblr
So reblog and follow back American Spirit's
She ask if I could bust her down on that
Bitch I flew from Tokyo to Forks
And I still made it back
To your Bella's place
But still haven't found time to
Go and visit Miguel's grave
See that's that fuck shit, that
Nigga taught me better, right?
Civil upbringing
But I still claim that savage life
Skinny nigga at a 5 star
Never ordered a salad
But y'all buff for no reason
Cause I know you not 'bout it
So we can throw those hands
Like I throw them bands
All on her black china
Got your girl good china all up in my hands
Cause I'm in your love nest
But with Christmas reef under the mistletoe
That bitch bad, a hundred HP
On that Chikorita, I thought I'd let you know