Robb Bank$, Sir Michael Rocks - Practice lyrics
[Robb Bank$, Sir Michael Rocks - Practice lyrics]
I'm fresher nigga look at you, broke ass
I know you thirsty hundred dollar cup bitch
Broward County fuck off my dick man for real
This shit real nigga raining money
Smart Stunnas this shit epic you lil' bitch
I fuck your bitch just for practice, practice
We jump your ass just for practice, practice
We sip that lean just for practice, practice
And bitch we global you need an
Atlas to find your bitch
She lied to you just for practice
About sucking my dick
Man that shit was just for practice
And you made her moan my nigga
She was trying to practice
For your savage and bitch I'm perfect
I don't needa practice practice
Xan with the pour up
Put it with her sprite man
She ain't even know it
She ain't even trippin', AMG's we whippin'
You niggas like glass bottles (What's That?)
My nigga that's hollow (What else?)
My last follow I beat the
Pussy like it stole something
Fold paper like I fold shirts
You a national holiday, no work, no school
No class got a beef with the 12th
They pulling them over that reefer they smell
That shit's enough to get them in the trunk
Smell like a skunk and he keeping them bail
Luckily G I'm a G with the spells
Drawing a star with a circle around
With the custom Coogi's
Where my girls? Them fucking movies
Pluck a gem up out her chest
Even if it's just a ruby throw it back
We don't need it
Looking for the opals by the sack
And mixing gold with the plaque
Boy I got bands on me rite now
SS bitch I’m just talking that usual mane
Money habit's my Broward home so big look
Like a concentration camp
Baby I was born in a palace
Then got exiled into jail
But I swear all these hoes is Raditz
Get weak once I squeeze that tail
I say I drop a fuck boy and let him
Move around with that ocean
Current, no fuck boys
This ain't Channel Orange
Two phone prepaid metro if you want
It don't text bitch call me
Man I'll cut your shit so good
I guarantee that your ass gon' be
Happy that you bought it
This bitch say Robb Bank$ fucked me
Robb Bank$ a snake
I got a little Orochimaru livin’ inside me I
Only want that bitch for her body
I think my tricks is catching up to a nigga
Bitch you fuck with a nigga
And yea I'll fuck
But I really don't fuck with you nigga's
I say double cup flower pot threw
Soil in the soda pop
Cup so dirty that a rose may grow and a
Nigga gave the bouquet to
Your motherfuckin' main got no time on my
Hands overlook the presidential
Overlook the city in the
Suite make sure these
Nigga's know ain't shit on my side sweet
Aye it's savage life bitch, This
Ain't the fuckin' Tipton
But I still keep two twins and stupid
Dumb head from a rich asian bitch
Nigga say he want his money back
Nigga say the lean cut
Told him I don't do no refunds
Then looked at him like what
Boy I'll put up 88 keys just
To end a nigga like you
Now thats a piano on your head
Like a fucking Looney Toon
Boy I'll put yo whole life in a bezel
Pint half way full
Don’t know no halfway crooks never
We do full steals
If you a full lick I'll make
My shit clap like full metal
Put a play together dope jumpin out the gym
Your main bitch say she
Tryna' run a scrimmage
I know you thirsty hundred dollar cup bitch
Broward County fuck off my dick man for real
This shit real nigga raining money
Smart Stunnas this shit epic you lil' bitch
I fuck your bitch just for practice, practice
We jump your ass just for practice, practice
We sip that lean just for practice, practice
And bitch we global you need an
Atlas to find your bitch
She lied to you just for practice
About sucking my dick
Man that shit was just for practice
And you made her moan my nigga
She was trying to practice
For your savage and bitch I'm perfect
I don't needa practice practice
Xan with the pour up
Put it with her sprite man
She ain't even know it
She ain't even trippin', AMG's we whippin'
You niggas like glass bottles (What's That?)
My nigga that's hollow (What else?)
My last follow I beat the
Pussy like it stole something
Fold paper like I fold shirts
You a national holiday, no work, no school
No class got a beef with the 12th
They pulling them over that reefer they smell
That shit's enough to get them in the trunk
Smell like a skunk and he keeping them bail
Luckily G I'm a G with the spells
Drawing a star with a circle around
With the custom Coogi's
Where my girls? Them fucking movies
Pluck a gem up out her chest
Even if it's just a ruby throw it back
We don't need it
Looking for the opals by the sack
And mixing gold with the plaque
Boy I got bands on me rite now
SS bitch I’m just talking that usual mane
Money habit's my Broward home so big look
Like a concentration camp
Baby I was born in a palace
Then got exiled into jail
But I swear all these hoes is Raditz
Get weak once I squeeze that tail
I say I drop a fuck boy and let him
Move around with that ocean
Current, no fuck boys
This ain't Channel Orange
Two phone prepaid metro if you want
It don't text bitch call me
Man I'll cut your shit so good
I guarantee that your ass gon' be
Happy that you bought it
This bitch say Robb Bank$ fucked me
Robb Bank$ a snake
I got a little Orochimaru livin’ inside me I
Only want that bitch for her body
I think my tricks is catching up to a nigga
Bitch you fuck with a nigga
And yea I'll fuck
But I really don't fuck with you nigga's
I say double cup flower pot threw
Soil in the soda pop
Cup so dirty that a rose may grow and a
Nigga gave the bouquet to
Your motherfuckin' main got no time on my
Hands overlook the presidential
Overlook the city in the
Suite make sure these
Nigga's know ain't shit on my side sweet
Aye it's savage life bitch, This
Ain't the fuckin' Tipton
But I still keep two twins and stupid
Dumb head from a rich asian bitch
Nigga say he want his money back
Nigga say the lean cut
Told him I don't do no refunds
Then looked at him like what
Boy I'll put up 88 keys just
To end a nigga like you
Now thats a piano on your head
Like a fucking Looney Toon
Boy I'll put yo whole life in a bezel
Pint half way full
Don’t know no halfway crooks never
We do full steals
If you a full lick I'll make
My shit clap like full metal
Put a play together dope jumpin out the gym
Your main bitch say she
Tryna' run a scrimmage