Robb Bank$, Phlo Finister - KDia (CT) lyrics
[Robb Bank$, Phlo Finister - KDia CT lyrics]
Aye I'm blowing cancer clouds just to stunt
Reggaeton out the mouth of my plug
Over a mil for your deal
I bet you still ain't bought a gun
That random shit you call kush look
Like it came with the swisher
All these blues clues pussies
Random niggas done came into
The picture bitch
My lil' nigga whats up when I
Got a scale out of bail
You want to see that shit for yourself?
Well bring that ass to Slaughterdale
Side note, bitch ain't know the empire you
Been reppin' all built on lies, ho
I'm bout to build up out mine
To where I make these teens talk
Sit on the hood of this designer that a
Nigga that copped while out in Sri Lanka
Swear that the whole time you been talking
I just imagine laying beside ya'
Swear I be having myself convinced that
I don't love these hoes
But be falling in love with all the ones that
I don't take time to text on my phone
White lies, put a ease on her mind
She thought about giving me
Head while I drive, threw D's on her mind
So, one time yeah I been
In love just one time
The other four, they ain't really count
I couldn't really call none of them mine
Know what I'm talkin' bout?
And I'm fine with the guilt
All them spiritual women I had fucked with
Saying I should get out my head
Experience love but they ain't never want to
Take that shit past touching
No, won't say I love you
For such bluffs there's repercussions
But no, the drum kit by my heart be the
Spot that you hear in the percussion
Aye, why lie she ain't my type that's a given
But when I hit it from the back
Boy we look good together
Yeah that girl complexion matte
And she smell like Chanel
You see my hand through that
Lace, of that Victoria
Don't tell em fuck boy
I believe I don't want to stay
Once again that I'll find it my way, my way
My way
Sim simma
What's new, a nigga quit drinking liquor
But what's new with you
Except that ass getting a lil' bigger
No disrespect to you
I admire that, in the old days
I might have liked that, but no no
You can't stay in contact, no
I don't miss you
Shit but I'll give it to you
You had it first, broke it first
I'd get a full clip
Or credit to where ever it's deserved
When I came to, I had smanged two
To get over you
Shit, so from me to you, bitch
I'm saying thank you
Aye I'm too good to these people
And they don't see shit
But the RSVP's from the DM
Boy Ill punch your VS so
People only touch your DM
Should get the color right and get
Your bitch out my DM's
Aye and all these niggas pussy
I can see they camel toe
And that four I poured just
Had me fucking you slow
Don't think for one second I
Made love to you ho
And you having her twist up your pine
Become equivalent to call the name you ho
My eyes look hypnotized bout how she rise
Like when the Pokemon enable it back
Parsel tongue in her ear and
Get all up inside her
And keep in mind that nigga still a minor
But besides that I drop my
Pants and release the Kraken
Stick it in and massage that
Bitch look like an Odd Future fan
The way she roll her eyes back
Reggaeton out the mouth of my plug
Over a mil for your deal
I bet you still ain't bought a gun
That random shit you call kush look
Like it came with the swisher
All these blues clues pussies
Random niggas done came into
The picture bitch
My lil' nigga whats up when I
Got a scale out of bail
You want to see that shit for yourself?
Well bring that ass to Slaughterdale
Side note, bitch ain't know the empire you
Been reppin' all built on lies, ho
I'm bout to build up out mine
To where I make these teens talk
Sit on the hood of this designer that a
Nigga that copped while out in Sri Lanka
Swear that the whole time you been talking
I just imagine laying beside ya'
Swear I be having myself convinced that
I don't love these hoes
But be falling in love with all the ones that
I don't take time to text on my phone
White lies, put a ease on her mind
She thought about giving me
Head while I drive, threw D's on her mind
So, one time yeah I been
In love just one time
The other four, they ain't really count
I couldn't really call none of them mine
Know what I'm talkin' bout?
And I'm fine with the guilt
All them spiritual women I had fucked with
Saying I should get out my head
Experience love but they ain't never want to
Take that shit past touching
No, won't say I love you
For such bluffs there's repercussions
But no, the drum kit by my heart be the
Spot that you hear in the percussion
Aye, why lie she ain't my type that's a given
But when I hit it from the back
Boy we look good together
Yeah that girl complexion matte
And she smell like Chanel
You see my hand through that
Lace, of that Victoria
Don't tell em fuck boy
I believe I don't want to stay
Once again that I'll find it my way, my way
My way
Sim simma
What's new, a nigga quit drinking liquor
But what's new with you
Except that ass getting a lil' bigger
No disrespect to you
I admire that, in the old days
I might have liked that, but no no
You can't stay in contact, no
I don't miss you
Shit but I'll give it to you
You had it first, broke it first
I'd get a full clip
Or credit to where ever it's deserved
When I came to, I had smanged two
To get over you
Shit, so from me to you, bitch
I'm saying thank you
Aye I'm too good to these people
And they don't see shit
But the RSVP's from the DM
Boy Ill punch your VS so
People only touch your DM
Should get the color right and get
Your bitch out my DM's
Aye and all these niggas pussy
I can see they camel toe
And that four I poured just
Had me fucking you slow
Don't think for one second I
Made love to you ho
And you having her twist up your pine
Become equivalent to call the name you ho
My eyes look hypnotized bout how she rise
Like when the Pokemon enable it back
Parsel tongue in her ear and
Get all up inside her
And keep in mind that nigga still a minor
But besides that I drop my
Pants and release the Kraken
Stick it in and massage that
Bitch look like an Odd Future fan
The way she roll her eyes back