lirik lagu robb bank$ - attack of the ex's (interlude)
[verse 1]
i never wanted your ass in the first place
last time a p~ssy n~gga tried to race, he ain’t even make third place
your girlfriend spoke at my birthday
said she honored that i let her learn me
five star, michelin, i’m a general
i make all the waiters take surveys
know that i did that
n~gga, i bent your corner, i spint your b~tch
five star, i’ma stunt in the big ‘bach
i’ll smash off on you, then flash my wrist
i adventure with a thot like sinbad
tell that ho sit back, lay up, kick back, b~tch
n~gga, your brother been dead for some months
how thе f~ck you still ain’t get no get?
[chorus]
n~gga, you’d probably rat when i chеat on my b~tches
type n~gga probably live with his sister
type n~gga probably lie and be tender
type n~gga wanna beef ’bout women
n~gga, my main, my side b~tch textin’
this sh~t feel like attack of the exes
it get surgical, it get treacherous
i be curvin’ ’em, i be bendin’
n~gga, my main ho, side b~tch textin’
this sh~t feel like attack of the exes
i need first whenever they turn besties
lil’ threesomes, throw me ‘fore we in it (for real)
cloud the watch, baby, cloud the necklace
and tell your girlfriend she need a breath mint
how you such a g, but still a gentleman?
i got your lil’ bm in a blender
[verse 2]
put cognac, dollars, and fitbit
and give it as a lil’ gift to my thick b~tch
i pull a plus~size supermodel, big back
they be like, “godd~mn, femto ripped that”
i paid fifteen thousand to sit back
yeah, that new gt like goten
y’all p~ssy n~ggas never had no set
no money, no motion, no progress (pathetic)
she ready for this life of luxury
livin’ like bugsy, n~gga, i thug ’em
ho, i don’t talk much and i don’t cuddle
unless i trust you, got all these hoes confuzzled
probably was thinkin’ i loved you
i got the ho obsessed off the muscle
i got cake on fistfights only
this sh~t look like kung fu hustle
[chorus]
n~gga, you’d probably rat when i cheat on my b~tches
type n~gga probably live with his sister
type n~gga probably lie and be tender
type n~gga wanna beef ’bout women
n~gga, my main, my side b~tch textin’
this sh~t feel like attack of the exes
it get surgical, it get treacherous
i be curvin’ ’em, i be bendin’
n~gga, my main ho, side b~tch textin’
this sh~t feel like attack of the exes
i need first whenever they turn besties
lil’ threesomes, throw me ‘fore we in it (for real)
cloud the watch, baby, cloud the necklace
and tell your girlfriend she need a breath mint
how you such a g, but still a gentleman?
i got your lil’ bm in a blender
put co’—
[outro]
i look at the way
his life
put no more into him
i don’t know, i see a lot of that in him
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu jaybzy! - to me
- lirik lagu los rebeldes - rebeca
- lirik lagu marshal manson - oh my god it's raining fetuses
- lirik lagu stylophonic - loving you at the mad club
- lirik lagu febem & cesrv - relógio
- lirik lagu florencia yunis - ya no
- lirik lagu zarki! - wish i had a reason to hate you
- lirik lagu apol - zimmer 523
- lirik lagu lady kabela - roadkill
- lirik lagu trizzmatic - know where i’m going