Already No (3 am POV 2) Robb Bank$
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[Intro]
Ayy, yeah, yeah, nigga (Hey, Shado)
Nigga, yeah, yeah, trust (Evil Empire)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, trust (Evil Empire, laughing all the way to the bank)
Ayy, nigga, ayy
[Verse]
Nigga, I can't even ride without it near me
Surprised, can't believe her eyes, you see her POV (Pussy)
Kind, that seventy-five, nigga see my POV
Nigga, mind, I done popped 'bout five and I still can't get no sleep
I don't know, nigga, I don't know why niggas dropped the ball
She in my face, I'm in her chest beggin' her not to call
Slide back, eighty-five black, splat them all
Can't hear her out, bitch, I don't text back and I don't call
Fuck the talk, nigga got Keri Hilsons doin' that pretty-girl rock
Nigga make virgins sluts, nigga be cherry pickin' like I play lacrosse
They call me Allah, I done got ill nana like me and Foxy fucked
I feel like Sada, I be finger blastin' my lil' Detroit slut
Nigga, back with the engine runnin' on E
Nigga, we in Carbone alla vodka smash and they just ran out of seats
Nigga, I'll hop in these streets and gleesh before I'm workin' at a bistro, uh
All that slidin' cap 'til your car get out the repo
Nigga, incantations and spells what my name invoke, uh
Nigga, who's that peepin' at my window? Uh
Push one button and get this bitch movin' like pinball, uh
Nigga, you got her, I sent her back, we playin' ping pong
Nigga, that's how it be, this shit was all good a week ago
Could've kept that shit between us, you wanna be seen, though
Ayy, yeah, yeah, nigga (Hey, Shado)
Nigga, yeah, yeah, trust (Evil Empire)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, trust (Evil Empire, laughing all the way to the bank)
Ayy, nigga, ayy
[Verse]
Nigga, I can't even ride without it near me
Surprised, can't believe her eyes, you see her POV (Pussy)
Kind, that seventy-five, nigga see my POV
Nigga, mind, I done popped 'bout five and I still can't get no sleep
I don't know, nigga, I don't know why niggas dropped the ball
She in my face, I'm in her chest beggin' her not to call
Slide back, eighty-five black, splat them all
Can't hear her out, bitch, I don't text back and I don't call
Fuck the talk, nigga got Keri Hilsons doin' that pretty-girl rock
Nigga make virgins sluts, nigga be cherry pickin' like I play lacrosse
They call me Allah, I done got ill nana like me and Foxy fucked
I feel like Sada, I be finger blastin' my lil' Detroit slut
Nigga, back with the engine runnin' on E
Nigga, we in Carbone alla vodka smash and they just ran out of seats
Nigga, I'll hop in these streets and gleesh before I'm workin' at a bistro, uh
All that slidin' cap 'til your car get out the repo
Nigga, incantations and spells what my name invoke, uh
Nigga, who's that peepin' at my window? Uh
Push one button and get this bitch movin' like pinball, uh
Nigga, you got her, I sent her back, we playin' ping pong
Nigga, that's how it be, this shit was all good a week ago
Could've kept that shit between us, you wanna be seen, though
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