lirik lagu chris travis & robb bank$ - no trespassing
[intro: robb bank$]
sure, sure, sure, sure
ay
[chorus: robb bank$]
b~tch, i walk up in this house, still got ya’ b~tch all on my d~ck
you know that boy phone sick, that’s why these n~ggas keep check
shook it in with the panamerican, history x
i f~cked every b~tch in broward
if i didn’t i got a text
[verse 1: robb bank$]
once again, yeah, i’m back once again
tumblr god, go get it, put your leg up need some leverage
and every b~tch i f~ck starts rapping, gets reinvented
f~ck boy, you can get it
please tell that f~ck boy, that n~gga can get it
double phone shawty, mind ya business
[chorus: chris travis]
diamonds dancing, money making, tryna’ blow a fan
i pull up in something complicated, i don’t know ya mans
thesе hoes keep me aggravated, i don’t undеrstand
i come with heavy ammo like i’m up in final stand
[verse 2: chris travis]
i’m pulling right up to the place
ain’t nothing pressure, i’ll wait
these n~ggas be faking a wave
these b~tches be faking they face
my n~gga, you food not cool
f~cking ’em up and making the rules
thinking ya tough, you could lose if we ever come at you
hoes see me out, f~ck ya p~ssy want your soul
if you come up with some sh~t n~gga, i’ma break your nose
boy, i came in deep, just took down a whole four
now i’m riding up clean
n~gga, let my slides go
or let my tires go, skrt, skrt, side note
coming through the f~ckin’ door, b~tch what? bye ho
shawty lookin’ at me cold, like she seen a d~mn ghost
it was never my fault y’all girls turned hoes
[chorus: chris travis]
diamonds dancing, money making, tryna’ blow a fan
i pull up in something complicated, i don’t know ya mans
these hoes keep me aggravated, i don’t understand
i come with heavy ammo like i’m up in final stand
[bridge: robb bank$]
sure, sure, sure, sure, sure, sure
f~ck n~gga, you can get it
man, who they f~ckin’ with?
smart stunnas, almighty militia
boy, they can get it
man, who they f~ckin’ with?
[verse 3: robb bank$]
ay, shut the f~ck up, shut the motherf~ck up
[?], yeah i’m picking n~ggas off one by one
ho play in my hair print, her finger on my h~rns
i get paid in a virgin sacrifice to perform
not the two or one, it’s the three time, three time
threesomes, that’s me time
for you, forty~five
got pt’s like the scoreboard n~gga, i keep tie
area restricted trespass, you gon’ see why, lil’ b~tch
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