Redefine (6 Missed Calls)

Lyrics
[Intro] I'm from Woodside Road, lil' bitch Right there by the store, lil' bitch Aye, aye [Verse 1] Breakin the back of Ivanka Trump, I'm on my oval office shit Big body double R finna pull up, and I'm finna double park that bitch That's yo' lil' bastard son? Be a man and raise him then Fuck yo' lil' fort, lil' nigga, I'm just tryna fuck Yvette You must that this shit pussy, why you steady grinnin' then? He a real livewire, but I'm dead serious 2PhoneShawty, 16 androids on me, sell you all of them Big Glock 17 with 18 bullets, now them bitches twins, ooh [Chorus] Yeah, I see my reflection and give it a kiss, yeah, come on Talk to myself, I don't need no friends, yeah, yeah, come on Stare in the mirror while I'm fuckin' yo' bitch, yeah, yeah, come on I can see why you a little obsessed, ooh Yeah, yeah, come on, yeah, yeah, come on, yeah I look way too good to be fuckin' with you, bitch, hold on I'm like, yeah, yeah, come on, yeah, yeah, come on, yeah This my redefinition, know I'm finer than my bitch [Verse 2] Peloton, how I run it up on niggas while I step I'm a star, you can see the view from all the way up here You my son, ain't no Goku in you nigga, just Videl My name Robb, ain't no other meaning, run me all that shit Open palm, fire finger gentle fist, I took it all Keep yo' hands out yo' pockets when you see me, lil' dawg I went deep blue sea in a Crip bitch from New York Gave a perc 10 to my bitch, I'm divin' in, I ain't pull out I'm the only nigga quenching thirst whenever we in a drought I mix anything with syrup, so baby squirt and we could talk I know 3 ways this could go, on the bed, on the floor or on top I done cut my haters pay, know they hate they fuckin' job, come on [Bridge] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Come on) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Come on) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Come on) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Come on) [Chorus] Yeah, I see my reflection and give it a kiss, yeah, come on Talk to myself, I don't need no friends, yeah, yeah, come on Stare in the mirror while I'm fuckin' yo' bitch, yeah, yeah, come on I can see why you a little obsessed, ooh Yeah, yeah, come on, yeah, yeah, come on, yeah I look way too good to be fuckin' with you, bitch, hold on I'm like, yeah, yeah, come on, yeah, yeah, come on, yeah This my redefinition, know I'm finer than my bitch (Mwah)
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- Robb Bank$
- GetEmLouie