Robb Bank$ - Mayweather (Freestyle) lyrics
[Robb Bank$ - Mayweather Freestyle lyrics]
Ooh, you hear the chain, it was parched
$10k on the chain alone
(I lost my voice a lil bit) 3-Peat (I Wish)
Fat Nick in here with me
It's a celebration (And you bitch)
You thought I gave up on you, huh?
You thought I would never come back?
Pouya what it is? Creepa what it is?
Lil Bitch!
Aw shit, here we go again, Phone for the win
I'm the man, you a fuckin' fan
I did it again
Gamble with yo life again, I bust a shot
Fuck up yo zen you done said what you said
I ain't got time to play pretend
You know I can't let him live
You see Tumblr God repent
Worst shit you could've did
But it ain't time for regrets
Old ungrateful ass niggas all
Up in they feelings
Griffith might hop on yo beat and
Make yo fuckin' song better
Chest out like a breast
Gene Simmons want a kiss
Cavities from Actavis, still Cardi B dentist
Silver Surfer, no tint, fucked on the hood
Left a dent
Keep that 40 on me when I'm talking money
You ain't talking money, got a lisp
Fuck the dogs, fuck the law, Adderall
Flexiril I mix em
All my dogs by the bar, one off
You denied the kennel see 2 red and blue
Sniff the white and detonated Deidara
Boy, call Nelly classify me you gone need a
Tip if it ain't about the money
Fuck niggas think they Ash
Cause they best friend a rat
Boy, I'm sleep at my desk
I'm fuckin' class act
Young nigga do the dash, yeah right
Stacey Dash she hate niggas, I hate niggas
You call that a perfect match
Griffith thumbing through the
Cash, one glove, Michael Jack'
Might run off with ya sack
Sarah Snyder with the bag ludacris, Rollout
Phone brought them hoes out
Nigga, YOTS sold out
What the fuck they talm' bout?
Aye bitch I'm outside
I'm the quiet 'fore the storm
And politicking in my mentions
You know that's the Norm savage life
Know my heart black on the inside
Niggas rapping so you know they
Candy on the inside! Lil Bitch!
Don't ever stop, can't stop, won't stop
Smart Stunna Records, you feel me?
Don't ever stop, nigga, I'm on that!
$10k on the chain alone
(I lost my voice a lil bit) 3-Peat (I Wish)
Fat Nick in here with me
It's a celebration (And you bitch)
You thought I gave up on you, huh?
You thought I would never come back?
Pouya what it is? Creepa what it is?
Lil Bitch!
Aw shit, here we go again, Phone for the win
I'm the man, you a fuckin' fan
I did it again
Gamble with yo life again, I bust a shot
Fuck up yo zen you done said what you said
I ain't got time to play pretend
You know I can't let him live
You see Tumblr God repent
Worst shit you could've did
But it ain't time for regrets
Old ungrateful ass niggas all
Up in they feelings
Griffith might hop on yo beat and
Make yo fuckin' song better
Chest out like a breast
Gene Simmons want a kiss
Cavities from Actavis, still Cardi B dentist
Silver Surfer, no tint, fucked on the hood
Left a dent
Keep that 40 on me when I'm talking money
You ain't talking money, got a lisp
Fuck the dogs, fuck the law, Adderall
Flexiril I mix em
All my dogs by the bar, one off
You denied the kennel see 2 red and blue
Sniff the white and detonated Deidara
Boy, call Nelly classify me you gone need a
Tip if it ain't about the money
Fuck niggas think they Ash
Cause they best friend a rat
Boy, I'm sleep at my desk
I'm fuckin' class act
Young nigga do the dash, yeah right
Stacey Dash she hate niggas, I hate niggas
You call that a perfect match
Griffith thumbing through the
Cash, one glove, Michael Jack'
Might run off with ya sack
Sarah Snyder with the bag ludacris, Rollout
Phone brought them hoes out
Nigga, YOTS sold out
What the fuck they talm' bout?
Aye bitch I'm outside
I'm the quiet 'fore the storm
And politicking in my mentions
You know that's the Norm savage life
Know my heart black on the inside
Niggas rapping so you know they
Candy on the inside! Lil Bitch!
Don't ever stop, can't stop, won't stop
Smart Stunna Records, you feel me?
Don't ever stop, nigga, I'm on that!