Green Star “TUH!”

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Robb Bank$ - Rap

Green Star “TUH!”

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[Intro] Woop, woop, woop, woop, woop, woop All the way from the top (I did that) And it don't stop (bow, bow, buck, buck, buck, yeah, yeah) Drank drop (bow, bow) What's goodie (yeah, yeah, yeah) I think I might be happy Tuh, tuh, brr, brr, brr Aye, you know I'm rocking with DJ Wi$hbone, bitch [Bridge] Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah (yeah, yeah) Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah (SSET) [Verse 1] These niggas wanna hate on me cause' I ran up the sack (SSET) Fuck nigga tried to DM me, I ain't gone write you back I don't want no ties to you when they find you laying on your back Yeah, that bit bought me McDonald's, she said I "look like a snack" Bitch ass nigga, she call me mister Eat on her pussy, then kiss your sister Ain't no Stain but a Hero Killer A bird don't fly without my permission You want me to drop a hit first You look bad with the contour Yea, let's talk, let's converse In Dream Mode Converse Put a big B on my truck, finna slide on you, no rolling "Tuh" Gentlemen, just might "Tuh", bitch, I look elegant, boy, watch me stunt Femto bring that 4, finna air it out with the window up And I walk around one on one, with my gun, my mama ain't raise no punk (uh uh uh uh) Ahk shit, pop shit, 12 can't stop shit Ralo, my nigga, [?] Ten percs, pop them, get money with my team, bitch Count fifteen thousand, Kel Tec with the beam, bitch [Interlude 1] Yeah, ain't tolerating none of that faking the flows Walk in your spot with the carbon Pussy, money, weed Counting up, sip codeine, you dig Came up under Stunna Man, Birdman See what I'm saying, Birdman Jr You dig what I'm saying? Rich Gang [Verse 2] Fuck on my dick (SSET SSET) Word to my bitch (tuh, tuh) That Sprite remix (tuh, tuh) And word to your bitch (tuh, tuh) Working my wrist (tuh, tuh) And word to my bitch (tuh, tuh) Four five with a dick (tuh, tuh) And word to your bitch (tuh, tuh) Money got me sprung (tuh, tuh) Babe, hold my cup (tuh, tuh) Front seat, take off (tuh, tuh) Free all of my dogs (tuh, tuh) And a 4301 (tuh, tuh) Big Green Star (tuh, tuh) Come fuck with a boss (tuh, tuh) Come fuck with the mob (mob) [Verse 3] Money over bitches, I'm a new green star (bitch) I ain't tolerating none of that fake and a [?] yeah (bitch) Woke up on you waiting, spotted, hit you with a carbon (bitch) Squirted on my sheets and then I kissed her like a dolphin (SSET) Screaming, "Free Bam", 'til he free, I pump 93 New Rick Owens got creased, [?] on her feet Berzerk but a real life thing, not no AMV You a dweeb, and I'm Sir Griffith fixed with diamond teeth (SSET) [Interlude 2] Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah (bow, bow, bow, bow, you dig) Yeah, slow it down, slow it down, hold up (yeah, yeah, yeah) Uh, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 4] Bitch respect my drip (tuh) Walk up in this bitch (tuh) And I'm going in (tuh) And I roll in it (tuh) And I'm pouring it (tuh) 2Phone fuck your bitch (tuh) 2Phone stroking dick (tuh) [?] my chain, nigga [?] (tuh) You know I'm that nigga (tuh) Yeah, you know it's him (tuh) [?] by your chain (tuh) [?] pour up in here (tuh) I got gang in here (tuh) Got your ho in here (tuh) The light hit my chain (tuh) And it turned to solar flare (tuh) [Outro] Tuh, tuh, tuh, tuh Tuh, tuh, tuh, tuh Tuh, tuh, tuh, tuh Tuh, tuh, tuh, tuh Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig

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  • Robb Bank$