Robb Bank$ - Crunchtime lyrics
[Robb Bank$ - Crunchtime lyrics]
Niggas drinkin' Hi Tech while
I sip the Actavis
Why you snappin so hard? yeah
Art of savage bitch!
Keep a bad yellow bitch with
That nine above her clit
Know it's yards not inches when
You measure my dick!
I pull up piped up and I fuck on your bitch
I been had money since I was a jit
And ain't nothin funny you can
Get it off the rip
Nigga right over left, keep a stone in my set
Say YOTS money, bring it back from the dead
Fuck a Haitian bitch put the woo on my dick
Let her chew on that dick
Nigga who on they dick?
Fuck do you mean, cause you on my dick
I can send a hit, then i throw the gun away
I done got straight nigga get up out my face
I put you to shame, boy stay in yo' place
And I brought the mike at the westside play
And boy i swear these niggas is lame
I been on this savage life shit everyday
I don't give a fuck what you say
I fucked every bitch from the explore page
Fuck nigga, hol' up, roll up
Phone, i got it sewed up
I po' fo's in sodas, pistol in the holster
Put my neck on polar, did it for the culture
I with a young Bulma, on molly at Ultra
I'm finna fuck yo hoe and get
All up in her head bSO tapped my phone
Talk the juice on collect
Nigga read the fine print
On the fucking blueprint
Best seller, no re-issue not a re-print
Could give a nigga false sentence
But i'd do it all again
Got a Pidgeotto and 44's in the Benz
Ready get set, come fuck with the set
Nigga made me upset i push YOTS back again
Cunt
Forming sword art with the mind games, nigga
And i ride around and listen to the Sade
Nigga i fucked her, her and her
Watch me operate the system
And I put it to yo
Head like a instant transmission, bitch!
Got that Pinapple Actavis bad bitch
Trafficking chris Travis swaggin' bitch
Damn, I'm not average bitch
Nigga's can't handle this
Nigga's can't handle me
Nigga's can't handle me damn
I'm not average bitch
2 Phone bitch
I sip the Actavis
Why you snappin so hard? yeah
Art of savage bitch!
Keep a bad yellow bitch with
That nine above her clit
Know it's yards not inches when
You measure my dick!
I pull up piped up and I fuck on your bitch
I been had money since I was a jit
And ain't nothin funny you can
Get it off the rip
Nigga right over left, keep a stone in my set
Say YOTS money, bring it back from the dead
Fuck a Haitian bitch put the woo on my dick
Let her chew on that dick
Nigga who on they dick?
Fuck do you mean, cause you on my dick
I can send a hit, then i throw the gun away
I done got straight nigga get up out my face
I put you to shame, boy stay in yo' place
And I brought the mike at the westside play
And boy i swear these niggas is lame
I been on this savage life shit everyday
I don't give a fuck what you say
I fucked every bitch from the explore page
Fuck nigga, hol' up, roll up
Phone, i got it sewed up
I po' fo's in sodas, pistol in the holster
Put my neck on polar, did it for the culture
I with a young Bulma, on molly at Ultra
I'm finna fuck yo hoe and get
All up in her head bSO tapped my phone
Talk the juice on collect
Nigga read the fine print
On the fucking blueprint
Best seller, no re-issue not a re-print
Could give a nigga false sentence
But i'd do it all again
Got a Pidgeotto and 44's in the Benz
Ready get set, come fuck with the set
Nigga made me upset i push YOTS back again
Cunt
Forming sword art with the mind games, nigga
And i ride around and listen to the Sade
Nigga i fucked her, her and her
Watch me operate the system
And I put it to yo
Head like a instant transmission, bitch!
Got that Pinapple Actavis bad bitch
Trafficking chris Travis swaggin' bitch
Damn, I'm not average bitch
Nigga's can't handle this
Nigga's can't handle me
Nigga's can't handle me damn
I'm not average bitch
2 Phone bitch