Lea’s Story

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Robb Bank$ - Rap

Lea’s Story

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[Intro: Mike Tyson] What I want in a woman is protection, loyalty Companionship, ferociousness I want her to protect me and have my back to the bitter end If I have a fight, I want her to jump in Strong woman with confidence, massive confidence And then I want to dominate her sexually I like to watch her like a tiger watches their prey after they wound them I want her to remember me I don't feel like being loved, I don't like love, um (The Empirе) (I think I might be happy) [Chorus] I lay up in my bed at night and count up Count up, count up, count up, yeah Pop my pill and takе my syrup, I take Yeah, you know what it is, lil' baby You know what it was, yeah Count up, count up, count up, count up Yeah, drink my syrup and pop my pills, lil' baby, I (Nigga, mhm, pussy) Yeah, you know where we stand, you know what it is, you know what we was, yeah [Verse] Bitch, I'm on my third estate The necklace cost an eight (Bitch) But love don't cost a thing (Never) A million on it, I get your Christina to call me bae (Swear) My cannon like four-five, but my nick' come with a saint, yeah (Pussy) Mr. Claus, I can't take no breaks for real Boy, I dare one of you niggas try to stop my reign for real Got this bitch eatin' her friend, they let me switch faces for real (Bitch) Nigga, ain't shit changed 'bout me, city girls suck it on they period, nigga, for real You lost your head on her You seen me text on her Probably put your hands on her (Nigga) I met you once, knew you was jealous, would've betted my bread on it (Swear) Ain't sayin' nothin', but if you touch her, take off your head for it (Fuckboy) But this shit 'bout me and you right now, pussy tight, **** it out I like her voice and it turn me on, so she gotta pound (Pound town, just left pound town) Yeah, yeah (Bitch) She leave me and she go back to him now (That's crazy) Shit be crazy, I ain't got feelings for her But I want better for you (Yeah) But I can't give that to you (Yeah) Really better off with no one (Nigga) I done fell in love with lonesome Countin' up with drank, recordin' Swap the love out for the music But I should have been checkin' for you (Yeah) You doin' makeup tutorials (Nigga) Tryna trap swimwear, I should've been there (Swear) Lil' baby, you probably still would've been here (For real) Glow with me, yeah, glow in peace Just another one that I lost while I was caught up countin' up these [Chorus] Count up, count up, count up, yeah Pop my pill and take my syrup, I take (Yeah, yeah, baby, you know I take my hit, yeah, nigga), yeah You know where we stand, you know what it is, you know what we was, yeah Count up, count up, count up, count up Yeah, drink my syrup and pop my pills, lil' baby, I (Nigga, yeah, pussy) Yeah, you know where we stand, you know what it is, you know what we was, yeah (Bitch)

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