Robb Bank$ - Adlib lyrics

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$] Ay.. Who want, girl i know you want it f** you till you get to moaning like.. s**, s** Ay stop talking girl you know you voice annoying Tryna pretend we in love, got ya, right where i want ya You and your friends been talking bout how i put it on ya Girl proceed with caution your heart might get broken To all the hoes i never texted back i'm not sorry Cuz i rather get you hurt before i get caught up I got syrup poured up, got the fye on tuck p**y n***a run up, he gone get done up, s** You want pressure then it's pressure, n***a say the word Me and Chris f**ing yo b**h pa**ed her, it's Pou turn Hit a u-turn in that p**y swerved off Too gone mane what the f** these p**y n***as on And i f**ed her on the futon p**y n***a run and tell ya b**h we dropped the new song When i was in the walls boy i left my shoes on Left ya b**h and my dog got her like Jimmy Neutron Black clover, leader of the cult for the children Went head to head in tug a war against Robbin Williams Veins pump tonic, mouth salvitates hi-tech b**h lick my wounds she gone taste tumblr hype Last of my kind watch me reprising the candle light Boy your b**h mine watch how i get her right [Chorus: Robb Bank$] Is you f**ing with me? Man i know she f**ing with me, hit her and she adlibing like s**, s** Stop talking p**y n***a don't want it, boy you know yo a** p**y like s**, s** You know we on it all my savages is on it we ain't doing no talking still 2phoneshawty Bae that p**y pouring and talking to me ask and you shall receive now adlib for me like Sure (x32) [Verse 2: Chris Travis] b**h call me Medusa, hair long as a serpent Water boys here to drown the whole surface Black doors, black walls embedded with curtains And i just wanna know is she for certain? b**h stop lying, you 20 and you a virgin Is you gone f** this convo seeming worthless Let me fill you up with d** like i'm a surgeon I'm a dirty n***a should clean me like detergent That sh** mean i'll probably come and murk ya But she might spot me so i'll just have to hurt ya f** being broke, i swear that i'm allergic Got money now, i don't know how to splurge it n***as claiming this and that b**h not converting Splitting up the bands in ways like a conversion Chopping n***as heads and wrapping em in a turban Uber me shawty pull up in a suburban Tell yo ho to slide she coming fast like it's urgent Young Chris Travis that n***a ya haven't heard it Water boys, SS, pulling up on the curb b**h When we pulling up the pressure lift up her skirt quick When we pulling up the pressure lift up her skirt quick Riding in the fast lane way above surface, if you wanna come get murk b**h