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Baby Tunechi - Robb Bank$
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Baby Tunechi Robb Bank$

Baby Tunechi - Robb Bank$
[Hook]
Niggas know that I go hard to the fullest, to the fullest (evil empire)
Have you niggas playin' dodgeball with bullets, yeah, with bullets
I don't know how I do what I do, but nigga I do it (yeah, nigga, it's done)
You already know we don't acknowledge you
When you come 'round you my s-

[Interlude]
Consider this evil empire thing as a threat
Ayy

[Verse 2]
You knew that bitch wasn't gon' be shit the day you met her
I only flashed a dub and I done got that pussy wetter
Your security guard, for real, he got a flashlight and a Beretta (pussy)
Nigga do your fuckin' job and try to protect me while I hit him (nigga)
Just got up out my titan with Mikasa and Historia (nigga)
Don't еven rack your brain, nigga, you like her, I probably fuckеd her (ayy)
Got an angel in my passenger seat, nigga, Paul Walker (nigga)
My fingers up her skirt, I gave that bitch a pinky promise (ayy)
I hit that 5% tint Round, nigga, bitch, you can't see nothing
Nigga vibe with all that saving, these hoes think you Miles Morales
Try to deny that shit now, nigga, we all seen you, Mr. Parker
Better listen to your uncle and be responsible for that power (pussy)
You niggas act like test tubes, who the fuck sent you?
Nigga, who the fuck raised you and who dressed you? I cannot stand you
Nigga, I'm on my eighth cup of the syrup
Nigga, I'm on my tenth shroom
Tell the crazy stories about me cause you got ducky and you, alleyboy
Bitch dumped the Gatorade on me
It's a parade round here, whoadie
I cannot give that bitch nothing
But prada and some children to swallow (nigga)
Me, I'm bout making them dollars
You, you got made by a dollar
Me and you not the same, lil' mama
Bitch don't even acknowledge your pronouns
Screaming and moaning loud her native language now
Fuck, nigga, I go vine to vine, swinging with your dime, pussy nigga
I go fight for fight with any ape you like, real gorilla
I'm like Tarzan off the jiggas and if he knew how to use a pistol
I'm the AP, Bamboo on me
18, office AC From tiles to sheets
Racing against your same boat, way out on the beach
But wait and see, I still shoot that shit like meaningless conversation
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