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Robb Bank$ - 225 Lyrics

Robb Bank$ takes us on a gritty, introspective journey that blends flexing with vulnerability. Celebrating his rise from a tough upbringing, he reflects on his crew, his hustle, and the pitfalls of fleeting desires. The repetition in the chorus emphasizes his… Read more

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Molly
Free all my niggas up
I think I might be happy
Hah

You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig
You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig
You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig
You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig

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Loud and live
From the back
I'm from the side
Do the Wraith
Keep up the pace
Take a knee
Still can't wife a freak

Mobile Suit my Gundam, how you move your gun then?
I got to hold my hand right round him, he moved, so I shot him
I demand all respect right now, make me put this mic down
Two of us finna go in, we both know who gon' come out
Maybach 23
Rollin' on a bean
Made her drink my Minute Made
Take her out like Sandra [?]
I ain't gon' shoot no-one today
[?] No Sharpay
Signed into it with a Sharpie
Lil nigga, know you my protege
19, got 20 for a show
18, got 50 for the load
17, had 0 Texakos
13, I had hopped off the porch
I was thuggin' before my mama was buyin' my clothes
You was pussy 'fore me, both with snotty nose
I used to take you for your L and the gang would roast
I'm a real ass nigga, we both know
Fuck I'm cappin' for?

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Loud and live
From the back
I'm from the side
Do the Wraith
Keep up the pace
Take a knee
Still can't wife a freak

Beat the pot, beat the pot
Beat the pot, smash
Gettin' that, gettin' that
Gettin' that, bag
Walk through, walk through
Walk through, splash
Bless you, bless you
Too fresh, death

Who gon' check me?
Whatever you do ain't finna impress me
Uh, rhinestone cobweb like I'm Presley
Uh, Black Clover, do magic
I ain't never been one of them niggas, get online and talk all that shit, uh
Ate a bum hoe out last night and the bitch left her crumbs on my lip, uh
Green heart, don't feel nothing, I ain't finna wife none hoe, not for shit
And the bitch said won't hear what I'm sayin', [?] finna learn something, I don't wanna kiss you
Pussy ass lil nigga got a bitty ass chain on and that lame ass still tryna flex
Early morning, late nights in that Nissan, me and Kie Mon' took that risk
Look at these scripts of a sea bring, and I never [?] on a trip
Nell Money had Smithy in a halfway, and he still gave his ass another year

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Loud and live
From the back
I'm from the side
Do the Wraith
Keep up the pace
Take a knee
Still can't wife a freak

Beat the pot, beat the pot
Beat the pot, smash
Gettin' that, gettin' that
Gettin' that, bag
Walk through, walk through
Walk through, splash
Bless you, bless you
Too fresh, death

Writer(s): Richard O'Neil Burrell
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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Robb Bank$ takes us on a gritty, introspective journey that blends flexing with vulnerability. Celebrating his rise from a tough upbringing, he reflects on his crew, his hustle, and the pitfalls of fleeting desires. The repetition in the chorus emphasizes his frustration with superficial relationships and materialism. Mob mentality, personal growth, and the harsh realities of street life paint a vivid backdrop as he navigates through fame and loyalty, all while staying true to himself. Instead of glorifying his past, he uses raw honesty to reveal his struggles and triumphs. #StreetAnthem #RealTalk #Hustle

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