Robb Bank$ - 24/7 lyrics

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Robb Bank$ - 24/7 lyrics

[Intro] "I think I might be happy" [Verse 1: Robb] You used to make your nephew leave the room While that p**y in bloom Sit atop the freezing moon And let the cigarette cool "off, sh** could cool off" *excessive mumbling* Aye, get right n***a we don't f** with you Certified f** a myth, f** a legend Aye hentai, don't make me a draw p**y n***a 365, b**h quarter of a century Endless, flexing, n***a don't test me I'll k** myself before I let a p**y n***a k** me Aye, your girlfriend, her bestie, they ready They friendly I woke up like this I let your main b**h lick me You kidding You tripping You know I'm really in it n***a got boys with that semi that'll flip you in a minute And the dead has arisen So n***a please tempt me Don't f** with me b**h That's the start of the ending [Chorus] Aye, 24/7 24/7, 24/7 Eat a dick Eat a dick Eat a dick n***a(x3) [Verse 2: Robb] Why in the f** these p**y n***as Think that they could play with me [n***a] on my soul If a f** n***a talk ima let that sh** go What you saying to me Aye I got these n***as mad I got these b**hes mad Siri kiss me through the phone tho She happy that i'm back n***a Adolf Hitler when I light the gas b**h I load my clip and that's adobe flash Aye, I don't think there's anyone who want it That's genuine like antiques No ponies, you n***as you don't know me I call a yes-man a yes-man A f** boy by dey government I pulled the panties off your ho And b**h I seen ya [Porsche mode] [Odd Future's like that prick you played to get on live mixtapes Yo a** need to quit We done seen through that sh** boy Young dark prince I sacrificed yo b**h And boy the brain so good she can bend a spoon with the sh** (You know) I'm on it Where you n***as want it In your head or your stomach If you run up You get done up Boy we way past the talking I'm in the dertbag You can throw me in ya' garden KieMoney with me Like 20 thousand in my pocket f** with a n***a that know I'll give your a** the truth for the motherf**ing low Rain, sleet or snow Gunshine throw it up in this b**h To my slow painful d**h Till then, eat a.. [Chorus] [Outro]

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