Robb Bank$ - Sensational | Текст песни

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[Intro]
Shine (2x), Phone won't let it
Like the Uno, Dos
I thought I let you know
I let it go
Aye (7x)
(I think I might be happy)
Aye (4x)

[Hook]
She off baskets when I take the steps, cinematic sex
I might finger roll her lips, thumbing through the counterfeits
I'm trained to go master Piccolo, say you ain't saying shit
Might give yo wifey the pipe for the night, get her right
Sure, can’t nobody do it like me
Stunt on 'em (2x), sensational
My nigga I keep it a buck with you
Do it differently I can't even fuck with you
Hold my dick and It might just get up for you
Don't run if I gotta run up on you
It's the phone, yea you know the 1 and 2
I might smash out, you know what I do
Gon' pass out sensational

[Verse 1]
Red truck, Blue truck, Green truck, Black truck whippin'
Bad bitch, ugly friend, she too skinny but that's yo business
16, lick read, shut down the ritz ybor city
Cloverfield then the field, still take a bitch on a picnic
Rain cold, nigga isn't it
Getting money, nigga don't trip
Ya'll be talking, nigga close lips
Doors open, bad bitch
Sell yo soul for low ticket
Should've sold your pussy, you a hoe nigga
Whip my wrist, diamonds gon' flick
Scott on the court like I'm [?]
Big brother Lou, they told me how to put the strap on 'em
Ran outta money, try'na flex now the laugh at you
Slick, Five, Get right
Dirty Sprite, Savage life

[Hook]
She off baskets when I take the steps, cinematic sex
I might finger roll her lips, thumbing through the counterfeits
I'm trained to go master Piccolo, say you ain't saying shit
Might give yo wifey the pipe for the night, get her right
Sure, can’t nobody do it like me
Stunt on 'em (2x), sensational
My nigga I keep it a buck with you
Do it differently I can't even fuck with you
Hold my dick and It might just get up for you
Don't run if I gotta run up on you
It's the phone, yea you know the 1 and 2
I might smash out, you know what I do
Gon' pass out sensational

[Outro]
You can't feel my pain (aye)
You can't stand the rain
Ain't used to the fame, I can't get you off my brain
On it everyday, *mumbles*
(I think I might be happy)
Whip my wrist, diamonds gon' flick
Whip my wrist, diamonds gon' (happy)

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