Robb Bank$ - We (Friday) lyrics

She said she wants something
More than "Just us"
And moaning that loud ain't
Doin me no justice
Written all in your face I can
See that you lost one
Page through my old rhyme book
See that I fucked up touch slow, fuck fast
Bet your first thought was you
And I wouldn't even last
Same nigga from the ave same
Nigga that never care
Date a model just to stunt on
Niggas that ain't even there
Connect the dots with her beauty marks
Play just to lost her heart
And see if you can get her
Undressed before the music starts
Brooklyn Zoo and my zebra print era's
That cheetah print thong comin off
Next time I tear em
Can't text my side chick subway got no signal
Tell her see her on the weekend
With a heart and a "XO"
And that's a pun intended simple
Shit you should let go
Im counting foreign currency to
See how fast go sippin' ass fuck nigga
Ham ass duck nigga
Tombstone pie driving hoes you
Couldn't touch nigga
Im on my same shit, Robb Bank$ see ho?
With a little mami Puerto Rico
Barely Legal, no permit, no license
But I'm swervin and I'm fightin
While im bumpin they dykin
Still hooder than my black Supreme Thrasher
Five star restaurant rockin Adidas sandals
Why have a relationship you
Just gone leave him
What good is gettin hoes if
Your ass can't keep them
Note to self on my 28th bar ho
About to put a price on
My lines like bar codes
World domination I be screamin
Out "I knew it"
And a mouth full of golds don't
Mean you can't be left toothless
Keep on the lovin I remember
How the head felt
Kissin on my chest while she
Tuggin on my web belt
She runnin fingers through my hair like
She fuckin with my dougie bitch
And playin with my ears like
She think she Anne Sullivan

Blame it on my father
Im in love with her vagina
If I see her imma wife
Her Im like "Oh Carolina"
Blame it on my father
Im in love with her vagina
If I see her imma wife
Her Im like "Oh Carolina"

Eyes all bloodshot you can tell I'm on one
Laugh when your homegirl hit
It she stay coughin
Im not interested in what niggas
Is bringin to me
Im not interested in what exes thinkin of me
Call girlfriend up tell her her
Man tryna play her
Spend the whole night insistin
Tryna persuade her
Rekindle old flames light the
Candles on the table
My hair look like Basquiat's and
Ya'll on that Samo
And I don't got no one lookin out for me
Everyone I fucked with done walked out on me
Seems all you old niggas only
Worry about my age
I'm persuading older women to
Come out they lingerie
So light a RAW paper for the rawest MC at 16
Burning Swisher Sweets at your
Daughters sweet 16
Flashback to what my homegirl was tellin me
Can't let hoes and bad company
Be the end of me
Its to my last breath I promise ya'll
Gone get the best of me
Watch close you'll find prematurity
Is my specialty