Robb Bank$ - KDia CT Lyrics
feat. Phlo Finister[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]Aye I'm blowing cancer clouds just to stuntReggaeton out the mouth of my plugOver a mil for your deal, I bet you still ain't bought a gunThat random shit you call kush look like it came with the swisherAll these blues clues pussiesRandom niggas done came into the picture *****My lil' nigga whats up when I got a scale out of bailYou want to see that shit for yourself?Well bring that ass to SlaughterdaleSide-note, ***** ain't know the empire you been reppin' all built on lies, hoI'm bout to build up out mine, to where I make these teens talkSit on the hood of this designer that a nigga that copped while out in ChilangoSwear that the whole time you been talking I just imagine laying beside ya'Swear I be having myself convinced that I don't love these hoesBut be falling in love with all the ones that don't take the time to text me on my phoneWhite lies, put a ease on her mindShe thought about giving me head while I drive, threw D's on her mindSo, one time yeah I been in love just one timeThe other four, they ain't really countI couldn't really call none of them mine, know what I'm talkin' bout?And I'm fine with the guilt, all them spiritual women I had *****ed withSaying I should get out my head, experience loveBut they ain't never want to take that shit past touchingNo, won't say I love you for such bluffs there's repercussionsBut no, the drum kit by my heart be the spot that you hear in the percussionAye, why lie she ain't my type that's a givenBut when I hit it from the back, boy we look gooder than hellYeah that girl complexion matte, and she smell like ChanelYou see my hand through that lace, of that Victoria, don't tell em ***** boyx2I'mma leave I don't want to stayOnce again that I'll find it my way, my way, my way[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]Sim, simmerWhat's new, a nigga quit drinking liquorBut what's new with you, except that ass getting a lil' biggerNo disrespect to youI admire that, in the old days, I might have liked that, but no noYou can't stay in contact, noI don't miss you, shit but I'll give it to youYou had it first, broke it firstI'd get a full clip, or credit to where ever it's deservedWhen I came to, I had smanged two, to get over youShit, so from me to you, *****, I'm saying thank youAye I'm too good to these people, and they don't see shitBut the RSVP's from the DMBoy Ill punch your VS so people only touch your DMShould get the color right and get your ***** out my DM'sAye and all these niggas *****, I could see they camel toeAnd that four eyed pose just have me *****ing you slowDon't think for one second I made love to you hoAnd you having her twist up your pineBecome equivalent to call the name you hoMy eyes look hypnotized bout how she rise like when the Pokemon enable it backParsel tongue in her ear and get all up inside herAnd keep in mind that nigga still a minorBut besides that I drop my pants and release the KrakenStick it in and massage that***** look like an Odd Future fan, the way she roll her eyes backx2
