Robb Bank$ - Trust Me lyrics
[Robb Bank$ - Trust Me lyrics]
Broward Bred, Broward Dead
Lick season can’t keep a hot boy cold
(that right)
I pour em that and get inside like I’m Ino
Ain’t bout that life
I creep up on you like your first high
Then have sex with yo bitch
She rode a stick like a witch
Bitch I’m a mogul, Broward County
Fresh out the Pokeball im growing
Boy I rep the Pewter City Gym Beach
Sand Panamera
With a chest full of beans, now sit your ho
She see me i keep it G, bitch make me
Wanna dig her out the sea, bitch
And she ain't gon be too long
For yours till she gone
My mind on money im bettin on ball matches
Im lickin niggas like haunter
Sistrunk hoes still live but Creek
Pussy where it's at
Dirty pineapple but my drank taste the best
Box Chevy playing with that box
In between them leggings shit how you rhyme
We could dunk exchange but I got
12s in my trunk man
Transparent bitch, from the North Pole
She come down to the 954 to
Tell me bout the snow
Aye numbers you hard to move
I done made dance boys
Say fragile on my luggage
That molly keys like Miss did you drop these?
And you a lil raw, like you stuck it in once
Lame nigga
How my ‘Port burnin longer then your blunt?
Aye if he a fuck nigga mane tell him that
If he a fuck nigga, I say tell him that
Boy if he a fuck nigga I say tell him
It that
Mane if he a fuck nigga gon tell him that
Don't trust nan nigga saying trust me
Don't trust nan nigga saying trust me
Boy I don't trust nan nigga saying trust me
Don't trust no nigga saying trust me
Graduated from pill capsules
All a nigga got was love
And a sandwich bag full skittles like yo
Mama packed it with your school lunch
And dresses ain’t my style mayne
Cause they can't pull up yo skirt if you
Never wore one in the first place
But I can still crunch numbers hoes 21
Green rectangles don't go to
School y'all ain't even a 5 on my scale
Niggas lying to they selves
Ain’t seen a mirror in a minute (that right)
Probably why they walk out in
Public looking like a bitch, watch
We branch out from music videos to castings
One meal a day to brunches
Nigga see the Young Savage I don't do nothin'
Took your bitch on vacation
Made her kiss the dick
Lick season can’t keep a hot boy cold
(that right)
I pour em that and get inside like I’m Ino
Ain’t bout that life
I creep up on you like your first high
Then have sex with yo bitch
She rode a stick like a witch
Bitch I’m a mogul, Broward County
Fresh out the Pokeball im growing
Boy I rep the Pewter City Gym Beach
Sand Panamera
With a chest full of beans, now sit your ho
She see me i keep it G, bitch make me
Wanna dig her out the sea, bitch
And she ain't gon be too long
For yours till she gone
My mind on money im bettin on ball matches
Im lickin niggas like haunter
Sistrunk hoes still live but Creek
Pussy where it's at
Dirty pineapple but my drank taste the best
Box Chevy playing with that box
In between them leggings shit how you rhyme
We could dunk exchange but I got
12s in my trunk man
Transparent bitch, from the North Pole
She come down to the 954 to
Tell me bout the snow
Aye numbers you hard to move
I done made dance boys
Say fragile on my luggage
That molly keys like Miss did you drop these?
And you a lil raw, like you stuck it in once
Lame nigga
How my ‘Port burnin longer then your blunt?
Aye if he a fuck nigga mane tell him that
If he a fuck nigga, I say tell him that
Boy if he a fuck nigga I say tell him
It that
Mane if he a fuck nigga gon tell him that
Don't trust nan nigga saying trust me
Don't trust nan nigga saying trust me
Boy I don't trust nan nigga saying trust me
Don't trust no nigga saying trust me
Graduated from pill capsules
All a nigga got was love
And a sandwich bag full skittles like yo
Mama packed it with your school lunch
And dresses ain’t my style mayne
Cause they can't pull up yo skirt if you
Never wore one in the first place
But I can still crunch numbers hoes 21
Green rectangles don't go to
School y'all ain't even a 5 on my scale
Niggas lying to they selves
Ain’t seen a mirror in a minute (that right)
Probably why they walk out in
Public looking like a bitch, watch
We branch out from music videos to castings
One meal a day to brunches
Nigga see the Young Savage I don't do nothin'
Took your bitch on vacation
Made her kiss the dick