Robb Bank$ - PERFECT WORLD lyrics

[Robb Bank$ - PERFECT WORLD lyrics]

What you want me to tell 'em what
You want me to t-tell 'em 'bout
God Hand here, it seems we've awoken the king
The egg of the perfect world is hatched
For those of you still
Alive after Conviction
A special ceremony is in order
The law of causality is in effect
And morality is away
You must endure his wrath, hahahahaha
The time has come for the blessing
Our final chapter
Now present, Arc 2 Falcon of the Millennium
Griffith

I think back to Sabrina and
Ashley, bought the lexus
I'm selling the xannies (yeah)
Can't say I went ashy to classy (Ayy)
I'm still the same nigga from when you met me
(aye) yellow coupe, Great Gatsby
(Mwah) got BBC for the Vashties (Mwah)
Motion picture, 3D, cash me
(Phew) , wonder how lightyears pass you

Load up the Glocks, I'ma spin on they blocks
I'ma roll the bitch
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
AP and Pateks, diamonds out the box
I done froze the wrist (Set)
I fucked on a slut, and I sent her back
But I don't know the bitch
If I put on every chain, it's climate change
Know how cold it gets? (Mwah)

I just spent ten thousand dollars on a
Belt and I don't even want it (Let's go)
I don't got a maid, I
Just call up your bitch
She come do all my chores (Mwah, swear)
Yeah, I burn all the money
And buy all the jewelry and never go poor
She fucking with me, I'm a money machine
Highly favored by God
(I think I might be happy
I'm pressure though)

AK with a shoulder strap, hold that bitch
Keep back on that thing, boy
Control that glick
Don't come on no mission, you ain't finna hit
I'm 'bout money and gun smoke, pussy
That's it (Bah)
Limbo, with it, how low you can get?
They sayin you the limbo
I'm bussin' that stick
I don't do hail mary's, I don't do regrets
Yeah, I'm going to hell
God know I ain't shit (buh, buh, buh)

Spin (Spin the block, mwah, spin the block, spin-spin the block)
Spin, hol on, yeah
Falcon of the Millennium, yeah
(Spin the block, spin the block)
Yeah, xan with the lean is the combination
You fuck niggas is the inspiration
You digg what I'm sayin? (Bah, bah, bah)
Highly imitated, never duplicated
(Spin the block, spin-spin the block)

Load up the Glocks, imma spin on they blocks
Imma roll the bitch
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
AP and Pateks, diamonds out the box
I done froze the wrist (Set)
I fucked on a slut, and I sent her back
But I don't know the bitch
If I put on every chain, it's climate change
Know how cold it gets? (Ayy, mwah)

Inside, outside, bend her like Becky
Hit a field goal every time I kick it
I wrestle with a bad baby, like I'm Woah
Vicky, you know I get silly, veni, vidi
Vici lil' bitch said that she saw me on
TV, now she a mob wife, bakin' me ziti
Saint Laurent bitches, they fuck
Me the fastest, i got out of hand with
A boobie and trapped it

Money machine, money machine, go beep
She need some TLC before she creep
I gave her a perc' ten, then she a fiend
She sucking my toes and rubbing my feet
I'm Lil Jon, Eastside Boyz with the skeet
I'm riding in the big boy BRABUS, no Jeep
I got two nines on me, and I ain't got no key
Futuristic Tron Tesla, came without a key
Red truck, blue truck, green truck
Black truck

Burbon excursion, that Tahoe, that Mack truck
You like to beat up these hoes
I just fist 'em
Free all my SSETTs caught up in the system
Seen that pussy nigga, and I blitzed him
I got my lil' smacker like, "Mext one"
I got my other smackers like "which one"
Pointing them out, pew, pew, pew
Tryna hit some

Mwah, mwah
I got my lil' smackers tryna hit some
I got my lil' smackers tryna get one
I got my lil' smackers tryna hit some
Pew, pew, pew, like, "Next one" yeah, mwah
Falcon of the Millennium
Millennium Falcon, how ever you wanna call it
Xan with the lean the combination
You fuck niggas is the inspiration
And these pussy ass niggas
Can't duplicate me, you heard?
(Pew, pew, pew, mwah)

Load up the Glocks, I'ma spin on they blocks
I'ma roll the bitch
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
AP and Pateks, diamonds out the box
I done froze the wrist (Set)
I fucked on a slut, and I sent her back
But I don't know the bitch
If I put on every chain, it's climate change
Know how cold it gets? (Mwah)

Spin, spin
(Spin) , spin (Spin) , spin (Spin) , c'mon
Spin, spin
(Spin) , spin (Spin) , spin (Spin) , spin
Spin, spin
(Spin) , spin (Spin) , spin (Spin) , mwah
Spin, spin
(Spin) , spin (Spin) , spin (Spin) , mwah

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