Robb Bank$ - 2Much lyrics

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Robb Bank$ - 2Much lyrics

[Hook: Robb Bank$] n***a, n***a Run up, bet I keep my sh** tucked I'm too much, I'm too much Keep playin', get yo main b**h f**ed Too much, I'm too much, I'm-- Please don't try me, p**y n***a Don't press your luck No I'm too much, I'm too much, I'm-- I f**ed yo b**h on the xan, now she slumpt Boy you too much, I'm too much, I'm too-- b**h do I got your attention Let me explain, you don't get it You see my neck? That's your pension My savages stand at attention Please get your ho out my mentions Bench pressin', no, I'm never flexin' Know it's me and Ricky, see the set list No we too much, too much on these b**hes [Verse 1: Robb Bank$] What a time (what a time) To f**ing die (f**ing die) Look at me (you see me) Eye for an eye (yeah that's me) n***a lost yo shine (yeah it's gone) Boy, look at mine (yeah it's on) Yeah, solar flare (oh my god) Yeah, you might go blind If you look at my chain-- n***a I want yo main to come make it yeah Crackers gon' drop the case when I spray at you b**h I ball like I'm Kobe, I'm Laker'd up That mean 24/8, your b**h laying up I might fly Gunner out just to flick me up Neji Hyuga the way that I stick em' up p**y all on my plate and I lick it up Seen her best friend and I blew a kiss at her Might fusion up with a gun Boy I'ma k** you, play round in your blood Say that's your b**h but I don't give a f** I bend that ho over, blow all in her bu*t Who taught these boys how to stunt? (who?) It's Maison Martin or Lawrence (who?) Phone a machine ain't no Florence Double S, Red Ribbon Army [Hook: Robb Bank$] [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] Let me take you there Let me get you off Say she want a pet (pet) Came through with my dog I ain't get ya text I ain't get ya call Star 69, who the f** gon' check the Phone? (b**h!) Guess who back in this b**h and he on his sh** Got yo ho playin' ball, I head crack the b**h No her Margiela shirt on, boy she just skinny Money 6'1', should of got a scholarship You might pick up some game if you follow me In 9th grade I hit licks in the Dollar Tree We had beef, yo ho probably would side with me I'ma scream CJ name til that n***a free Parade in this b**h, I need a float These boys tryna lynch me, I went and bought a rope These boys tryna Cell me cause my last name Goku Dirt on my name, I came back with the soap Ain't learn how to swim cause you know I'm the phone Ain't a Samsung, I don't go underwater But that p**y wet so I might dip my toe If I ain't respond back then your p**y is broke [Hook: Robb Bank$]

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