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no trespassing - chris travis & robb bank$ lyrics

[intro: robb bank$]
sure, sure, sure, sure
ay

[chorus: robb bank$]
b*tch, i walk up in this house, still got ya’ b*tch all on my d*ck
you know that boy phone sick, that’s why these n*ggas keep check
shook it in with the panamerican, history x
i f*cked every b*tch in broward
if i didn’t i got a text

[verse 1: robb bank$]
once again, yeah, i’m back once again
tumblr god, go get it, put your leg up need some leverage
and every b*tch i f*ck starts rapping, gets reinvented
f*ck boy, you can get it
please tell that f*ck boy, that n*gga can get it
double phone shawty, mind ya business

[chorus: chris travis]
diamonds dancing, money making, tryna’ blow a fan
i pull up in something complicated, i don’t know ya mans
thesе hoes keep me aggravated, i don’t undеrstand
i come with heavy ammo like i’m up in final stand

[verse 2: chris travis]
i’m pulling right up to the place
ain’t nothing pressure, i’ll wait
these n*ggas be faking a wave
these b*tches be faking they face
my n*gga, you food not cool
f*cking ’em up and making the rules
thinking ya tough, you could lose if we ever come at you
hoes see me out, f*ck ya p*ssy want your soul
if you come up with some sh*t n*gga, i’ma break your nose
boy, i came in deep, just took down a whole four
now i’m riding up clean
n*gga, let my slides go
or let my tires go, skrt, skrt, side note
coming through the f*ckin’ door, b*tch what? bye ho
shawty lookin’ at me cold, like she seen a d*mn ghost
it was never my fault y’all girls turned hoes
[chorus: chris travis]
diamonds dancing, money making, tryna’ blow a fan
i pull up in something complicated, i don’t know ya mans
these hoes keep me aggravated, i don’t understand
i come with heavy ammo like i’m up in final stand

[bridge: robb bank$]
sure, sure, sure, sure, sure, sure
f*ck n*gga, you can get it
man, who they f*ckin’ with?
smart stunnas, almighty militia
boy, they can get it
man, who they f*ckin’ with?

[verse 3: robb bank$]
ay, shut the f*ck up, shut the motherf*ck up
[?], yeah i’m picking n*ggas off one by one
ho play in my hair print, her finger on my h*rns
i get paid in a virgin sacrifice to perform
not the two or one, it’s the three time, three time
threesomes, that’s me time
for you, forty*five
got pt’s like the scoreboard n*gga, i keep tie
area restricted trespass, you gon’ see why, lil’ b*tch

- chris travis robb bank lyrics

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