Robb Banks - Practice (Feat. Sir Michael Rocks) | Текст песни

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• Practice (Feat. Sir Michael Rocks)

[Intro: Robb Bank$ speaking]
I'm fresher nigga
Look at you, broke ass
I know you thirsty!
Hundred dollar cup bitch!
Broward County!
Fuck off my dick man foreal!
This shit real nigga
Raining money
Smart Stunnas This shit epic
YOU LIL BITCH!

[HOOK: Robb Bank$]
I fuck your bitch just for practice, practice
We jump your ass just for practice, practice
We sip that lean just for practice, practice
And bitch we global you need an atlas to find your bitch
She lied to you just for practice, about sucking my dick
Man that shit was just for practice
And you made her moan my nigga she was trying to practice
For your savage and bitch I'm perfect, I don't needa practice,
Practice

[Verse 1: Sir Micheal Rocks]
Xan with the pour up
Put it with her sprite man she ain't even know it
She ain't even trippin', AMG's we whippin'
You niggas like glass bottles (what's that?)
My nigga that's hollow, (what else?)
My last follow i beat the pussy like it stole something
Fold paper like i fold shirts
You a national holiday, no work, no school, no class
Got a beef with the 12th, they pulling them over that reefer they smell
That shit's enough to get them in the trunk
Smell like a skunk and he keeping them bail
Luckily G I'm a G with the spells
Drawing a star with a circle around
With the custom coogi's, where my girls them fucking movies
Pluck a gem up out her chest, even if it's just a ruby throw it back
We don't need it, looking for the ovals by the sack
And mixing gold with the plaque

[Hook: Robb Bank$]

[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]
Got bands on me right now
S.S bitch was talking that usual money
My broward home so big look like a concentration camp
Baby i was born in a palace den got exiled into jail
But i swear all these hoes is raditz get weak once i squeeze that tail
I say i drop a fuck boi and let him move aroun with that ocean current/no fuck bois / dis ain't channel orange/
2 phone pre-paid metro if you want it...
I cut your shit so good i guarantee that you ain't gon' be...
This bitch said Robb Bank$ fuck me, Robb Bank$ a snake
Orochimaru living inside me, i only want that bitch for her body
I think my tricks is catching up to a nigga
Bitch you fuck with a nigga and i fuck, i really don't fuck with you niggas
I say double cup flower pot threw soil in the soda pop/ cup so dirty that a rose may grow and a nigga gave the bouquet to yo mothafuckin main
Got no time on my hands overlook the presidential/
Over look tha city in the suite make sure these niggas know ain't shit on my side sweet/
Ay its savage life bitch/ This ain't the fuckin' Tipton, but I still keep two twins and stupid dumb head from a rich asian bitch.
Nigga say he want his money back nigga say the lean cut
Told em i dont do no refunds then looked at him like what/
Boy ill put up 88 keys just to end a nigga like you/
Now thats a piano on yo head like a fuckin looney toon/
Boy ill put yo whole life in a bezel, pint half way full,
Don’t know nan halfway crooks never/ we do full steals if you a full lick ill make my shit clap like full metal
Put a play together dope jumpin out the gym/ yo main bitch say she tryna run a scrimmage.

[Hook]

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