Robb Bank$ - Redda Bring the Beat Bike lyrics
[Robb Bank$ - Redda Bring the Beat Bike lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Wak, wak wak wak
She said help me, help me, help me
Trapped in my mind
She said help me
Kelly, I got no energy (Wah)
Broke me, choke me, stick it slowly
No cut, torpedo, OT
Outta time, chewed up Fritos
Where my cheese? (Wah)
I'm a peep type of nigga, you a OZ (Yuh)
I'm a sleep type of nigga, while she horny
(Yuh)
I ain't 'ever play freeze tag with niggas
I always packed heat
Glock 40, magazine, issue number 43
(Buh, Buh, Buh)
The brain be controlling me, get
The best of me, it holdin' of me
You invest in me, you sworn to be
I'm knighted by all the queens
Ooh, Sade, P we can't take, no PK to shake
Don't suck that dick more than Shawnae
Oooh, got my mind in a frenzy
Oooh, take it off, with your friends, hey
Oooh, oh oh oh oh oh oh ooooooh
Please don't have no panic attack
While you in my room
Oooh, oh oh oh oh oh oh ooooooh
I got some secret sauce I spill on you
I'm the man, 100 grand
Fuck what your mom say
I'm the man, 100 grand
Fuck what your mom say
I'm that man, 100 grand
Fuck what your momma say
I'm your daddy, I'm your dad
Whatchu get me for Father's Day?
I don't really wanna ride unless
The Tiger peeled off
I stepped on your turf, just to get ya soft
Baby, you a whole bird, lemme get you off
If you join the committee, you committed
That ain't nooooooo
Where your friend that I need to talk to?
Where your old man, at? I do em
I just cut 2 to 3 pints like a coupon
Exotic Fanta, poured up, I might lose my
Mind, mind, I'm running out of time
Been running after you
Chase you down my whole life
O-o-o ooooh, somethin' on her mind
O-o-o ooooh, know somethin' ain't right
O-o-o ooooh, and I'm running outta Sprite
O-o-o ooooh, Redda, bring the beat bike like
Yeah
Wak, wak wak wak
She said help me, help me, help me
Trapped in my mind
She said help me
Kelly, I got no energy (Wah)
Broke me, choke me, stick it slowly
No cut, torpedo, OT
Outta time, chewed up Fritos
Where my cheese? (Wah)
I'm a peep type of nigga, you a OZ (Yuh)
I'm a sleep type of nigga, while she horny
(Yuh)
I ain't 'ever play freeze tag with niggas
I always packed heat
Glock 40, magazine, issue number 43
(Buh, Buh, Buh)
The brain be controlling me, get
The best of me, it holdin' of me
You invest in me, you sworn to be
I'm knighted by all the queens
Ooh, Sade, P we can't take, no PK to shake
Don't suck that dick more than Shawnae
Oooh, got my mind in a frenzy
Oooh, take it off, with your friends, hey
Oooh, oh oh oh oh oh oh ooooooh
Please don't have no panic attack
While you in my room
Oooh, oh oh oh oh oh oh ooooooh
I got some secret sauce I spill on you
I'm the man, 100 grand
Fuck what your mom say
I'm the man, 100 grand
Fuck what your mom say
I'm that man, 100 grand
Fuck what your momma say
I'm your daddy, I'm your dad
Whatchu get me for Father's Day?
I don't really wanna ride unless
The Tiger peeled off
I stepped on your turf, just to get ya soft
Baby, you a whole bird, lemme get you off
If you join the committee, you committed
That ain't nooooooo
Where your friend that I need to talk to?
Where your old man, at? I do em
I just cut 2 to 3 pints like a coupon
Exotic Fanta, poured up, I might lose my
Mind, mind, I'm running out of time
Been running after you
Chase you down my whole life
O-o-o ooooh, somethin' on her mind
O-o-o ooooh, know somethin' ain't right
O-o-o ooooh, and I'm running outta Sprite
O-o-o ooooh, Redda, bring the beat bike like
Yeah