Robb Bank$ - Perfume lyrics

[Robb Bank$ - Perfume lyrics]

I Know that you smell me
I know that you smell, I know that you -
I Know that you smell me aye!

First thing first
I pour our the Act for all of my shottas
Second rip the fresh, It's real niggas left
You know that I got us (I do)
I walked in with your bitch
My hand on her hip
You know that I popped her
You pulled up with them dicks
Ain't talkin' extensions boy you a faggot
Fuck nigga, what is you tellin' me?
We was just enemies, why should we squash it?

I see yo jealousy, you wishin' death on me
But that FN on me, you don't want problems
I still got felonies
These niggas bitch to me
Boy you got Maxie and I got moxie
Walk in my shoes, you know what I do
Real nigga perfume, my nigga you smell me
Money my perfume i know that you smell me
Know that you smell me (you do)
Pussy my perfume i know that you smell me
Know that you smell me kush my perfume
I know that you smell me

Know that you smell me real nigga perfume
I know that you smell me
Know that you smell me up in the nose bleeds
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip (I do)
You see the police
Dip, dip, dip, dip, dip (we do)
Y'all niggas know me
Griff, Griff, Griff, Griff, Griff
Put up the codiene sip, sip, sip, sip, sip

Figaro, figaro, here I go
Live on Periscope gettin' head
I let her go, let her go, check me though
You know I'm steaming, watch her get wet
I already fucked her but went
Back for seconds though
But that don't mean nothing
She just a good dish
Girl it's your birthday, I see the cake
It's time to blow, make a wish
I like yo scent (she do)

Money, power, respect (that me)
Real check, counterfeit's (fakes)
Sauce, splash, real act
Been the realest for so long
So I put on some fake Raf
Follow me, bitch fuck the policy
I got your Instagram crush on the molly
(I do) pardon me, she caught a sight of me
Ate out my main bitch then kiss my side bitch
Get a wiff of the Phone, I'm out in cologne
Pistol in the party

When I got put on I was servin' half
Things on half days by the Walgreen
Money, drug talk, photosynthesis the check
Photogenic bitch, get yo ass up out my pic
I curve five hundred hoes a day
Why would I let you suck my dick?
True story, she got salty
See me out, she talk shit (she do)
Money my perfume i know that you smell me
Know that you smell me (you do)
Pussy my perfume i know that you smell me
Know that you smell me kush my perfume
I know that you smell me

Know that you smell me real nigga perfume
I know that you smell me
Know that you smell me up in the nose bleeds
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip (I do)
You see the police
Dip, dip, dip, dip, dip (we do)
Y'all niggas know me
Griff, Griff, Griff, Griff, Griff
Put up the codiene sip, sip, sip, sip, sip

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