Robb Bank$ - HML lyrics

Slide right, real fine, young prime time
On shine, shawty, hit a nigga line
Yeah you, 5'5 with the brown eyes
Hair dripping down on sight
Shawty, hit a nigga line
Your chakras aligned
Peace sign on your Vibe all night
Shawty, hit a nigga line
And that pussy fire, so fire
Your future bright, celebrity over night

Shawty, call me so I can make it juicy
For you, that ass so Monique
Make me forget about Laura
I hold it down, I turn her on
I bring her back to life when
She fuck with the phone
My nigga she bad, she bad, I wanna scold her
ICarly, she look back like I told her
I fucked around, gave Zoey the 101
But Elisa that I met off Tinder the slick

Blew a kiss to the clit when I was in it
Moved my tongue to the left
A nigga don't need no direction
Pouya that's my brother
We fuck the same bitches
Double S T-G-B, you can leave
If you ain't with it, bitches
Yolanda from Tumblr, your name ain't it?
I fuck with these hoes
They gon' tell me where you stay at
She don't wanna fuck until
We build something, wait
But my dick don't come with instructions
You playin'

Slide right, real fine, young prime time
On shine, shawty, hit a nigga line
Yeah you, 5'5 with the brown eyes
Hair dripping down on sight
Shawty, hit a nigga line
Your chakras aligned
Peace sign on your Viber all night
Shawty, hit a nigga line
And that pussy fire, so fire
Your future rise, celebrity over night
(Can I be happy, happy) sure

Know that I got that shit
I gotta let you know
All these niggas they pussy
See right through them though
It ain't nothing to flip that switch
And set that ho off
Bitch, Robb Bank$, you ain't gonna be alone
Fucked that bitch in Florida
Now a nigga global
Couple of pussy niggas back home that
Wish I'd let her go
Ten toes, head first, nah
There ain't no forgive and forgetting

2phoneshawty forever
Live from your bitch bed, nigga
Broadcasting in your worst fears
Nightmare drenched in a cold sweat
On ten like
On ten like I got TK holding in this bitch
Still hitting below the belt
Remaining above the rim
Aye, what you mean you ain't nasty?
Shake it up and let that bitch breathe
Can't hate
Spill it you gonna make a mess on my seats
You been waiting for the weekend all week

So shawty go crazy
Call out of work, real girl, go crazy
You can tear that condom off girl, go crazy
Ain't worry about that boy you playing with
He know I'm crazy
Don't take no pic, you know my bitch
If she find out then there
Ain't no saving you, you on my way
I gave that bitch a drink now she
Thinks she's on a motherfucking date, no way

Slide right, real fine, young prime time
On shine, shawty, hit a nigga line
Yeah you, 5'5 with the brown eyes
Hair dripping