No Sleep

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Robb Bank$ - Rap

No Sleep

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[Intro] I think I might be happy Drank got me dehydrated My nigga Moose Like a mothafucker Eh, eh, eh, eh [Hook] 40 pointed on me, no creep Six xans on me, no sleep And I'm like, "Long live Peep" And I smoke the whole grabba leaf My bitch say she not in love with me 'Bout to give that bitch back, she belong to the streets Just poured two lines, that codeine flavoured peach Lil bitch, you lost your mind, tryna play around with a G [Verse 1] Say you getting them Ms and you can't count it (cap) Your drip not from a stylist (cap) You don't let these niggas try you (cap) That pussy don't got no mileage (cap) Your clout level 100 (cap) Smashed that and she loved it (cap) Your album wasn't garbage (cap) They didn't up that pistol on you (cap) But it ain't Phone indecisive (cap) Drive blue ones, drive the white one (cap) See every thot and I can't ride it Been too high, but I think I like it I'ma make you suck that dick, don't bite it I just bought a yellow Cuban link, dip it white I'ma pop a perc, start itching, get violent TV dinner push your thighs to a side dish (SSET) [Hook] 40 pointed on me, no creep Six xans on me, no sleep And I'm like, "Long live Peep" And I smoke the whole grabba leaf My bitch say she not in love with me Nah, my bitch say she not in love with me My bitch say she not in love with me No, she not in love, she not in love with me [Verse 2] A bad bitch, rolling off the bean Transform, transform doors with the wings Gs up, hoes down, double MOB Living that shit they rap about, baby, fuck with me, me I'ma let that go, I'ma let that go Happy My neck on froze, my neck on froze Happy I'ma let that go (happy), I'ma let that go (happy) My neck on froze, yeah, my neck on froze, brr Y'all mad I'm SSET, y'all mad I'm Phone Y'all mad I'm here and then I'm gone I don't got y'all shit, I ain't never gave a fuck I don't got y'all shit, I ain't never gave a fuck My main bitch bad, pay all her bills, first of the month She suck on that dick, I gave her a pill, she do what she want Happy I got 500 opps, I'm shooting to kill, you better duck Happy I write out my will for the day I'm killed, set that shit up, uh [Outro] Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, you dig Happy, happy Happy, happy Phone

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  • Robb Bank$