Robb Bank$ - I'm That n***a lyrics

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Robb Bank$ - I'm That n***a lyrics

[Intro] Sure, sure, sure, sure, sure, sure, sure S.S. sh**, n***a Mind ya business I'm gettin' head while the phone ring [Hook]x2 I'm that n***a, I'm that n***a, I'm that n***a Still that n***a, still that n***a, still that n***a I been that n***a, I been that n***a, I been that n***a Oh that's yo' n***a? Oh that's yo' n***a? Ho, f** yo' n***a! [Verse 1: Robb Bank$] s** my whole D, I get on that booty like a pirate Fire red 911, take a moment of silence Asked for a .5 or a .6 so broke might feel bad, might front you a whole Y'all got the wrong n***a, you seen what happen at that A$AP show Goddamn, I might need a shot of prometh' straight I take your b**h on a date Down south tone, all downed in the attire Got a dunk, on deuces, and only Broward touch the tires Got a 20-aged Malaysian babe, got a daughter by the month of May Dooney snort a molly with her just so she stay comfortable Yeah I said yo' government in my song Well, ain't that 'bout a b**h? Ho n***as parting their lace fronts, talm' bout how they gon' split my wig, sh** (Y'all n***as pie!) You a lie (lie!), and I understand why You and your b**h been so comfy, and her p**y so fie I'd be sleep too if I ain't sell out and come out of hibernation 'fore a n***a leap n***as put a dog face in they tee and try to act like they thoroughbred I say turn the lights on, Savage looking for her Corner store white tee, them b**hes on the beach think I'm a f**ing fashion icon, b**h Salt water tears when I tell a b**h my real name But woe, no complaints from over there If she saw it look like my dick grew for a hundred years, b**h! [Hook] [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] Lip-bitin' animal No fronts, need collateral for mine And yo' b**h wish a n***a would, like she ask for the dick 3 times And there ain't no stems picked out mine, so baggage keeping count of the cake Like birthday candles Mix that yellow xan' with that green xan' got me feeling like a new n***a And that new b**h a** that's so thick I don't much know how to put my lips on her It's the wizard of the O-Z, call that white girl Dorothy And I can't believe I let you in my home, b**h But Florida ain't Kansas But my booster sent you off, better not forget sh** Clickin' red bottom heels won't get your a** back to my crib Panamera; talk about it, cause I bought it; White Sprite Ball with loose dollars, I color contrast like an artist, sh** Basquiat, Basquiat, say she want her son to look like Basquiat Well, baby, let's repopulate Only things that I don't have, is that it can't be gift wrapped, sh** 'Port burning, Agent Provocateur showing Tone of the skin, Alaskan, so she don't get wet, she start snowing And she a bad b**h, hit the pole like Edie Sedgewick Mod b**hes only come in black in white But I put some color in her beverage Still got my Gunrise boo and she only smoke bouquet If I buy her that Miu Miu, maybe she'll raise my Mewtwo [Outro]

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