Robb Bank$ - Control lyrics

[Robb Bank$ - Control lyrics]

Black Money Boyz Deathrow, fuck nigga
I don’t know why these niggas
Tryna be like me bein’ a nigga like me ain’t
Easy shit hard, hard, real hard
(Loko) yeah, big dog, yeah yeah

Me I like flexin’, like flossin’
You too much concerned with the
Lies and the flodgin’
Lebanese bitch and she bossin’
Ain’t too picky
Like ‘em lightskin or darkskin
Hol’ up stop the track
Gimme 15 minutes, ‘bout to break her back
I came in for all the racks
They set this bitch up
We gon’ send it right back
I get it all face, no mask
Since when you niggas tough?
Y’all make me laugh i secured all the bags
Could never fit the fonk


Lightskin got a black
These niggas goin’ out sad
You couldn’t call my bluff
You showed you where it’s at
I slide through and beez the trap
Beat-beat-beat, beat it up then spazz
Yea hold on give me 10 more
Minutes to beat her back in
I’m finna go Lizzo
Show my ass ‘fore the track end
I put it in the front end before
I go get the back end
She said she wanna fuck in
The Bentley she need subtraction
Whole pint of Tris
I just spiked it with acid
Bet she gon’ suck on that
Dick ‘til it’s flaccid
She pulled up and got split
In half like a fraction i’m Mr 0-to-100, I’m
430 Deathless, make her do magic
No Hunger Games we all eat in my faction
I bust all the bells down, FN made of plastic
Your bitch at my house waitin’
Right now I had it (yeah)
I feel ecstasy enter me
Walk ‘round the house and I
Speak to the entities
Promethazine codeine so plush
Call it Trisamine
Came to the Bird house for lunch
Ate her like sesame

Fee-fi-fo attack
Can’t no fuck nigga hold me back
Pour into my soda, black
Count it all up control the racks
Nigga can’t hold me back
Count it all up, control the racks
Nigga can’t hold me back
Count it all up, control the racks

Yeah nigga bantam weight, Rousey
How the fuck you doubt me?
I’m takin’ off her blousey
Next come the trouseys
Own all my maters, bitch Steve Stoute
I ain’t with all the banter
Get the fuck from ‘round me
Teardrops fallin’ right from ya momma eyes
These niggas cat but don’t got 9 lives
Pew, pew, pew, 1 shot make ‘em cry
Teardrop Gang, to you, from I ay ay ay ay
Next to the Phantom, while I play piano
Your album was ass, Anthony Fantano
Couldn’t hold a candle
On wax like this mantle
I’m way in the islands
Took yo bitch to Sandles
Fucked her like a mermaid
Turned into Atlantis

Fee-fi-fo attack
Can’t no fuck nigga hold me back
Pour into my soda, black
Count it all up control the racks
Nigga can’t hold me back
Count it all up, control the racks
Nigga can’t hold me back
Count it all up, control the racks

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