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johnny quest necklaces - riff raff, b jack$ & robb bank$ lyrics

[intro: riff raff]
riff, uh

[verse 1: riff raff]
i’ma turn the penthouse to a shark tank (tank)
i’m in the back of a bentley on the way to the bank
i*i might move to switzerland to celebrate life
i’m flying out to sweden, pour a four in my sprite (in my sprite, in my sprite)
i can’t follow you, seats baby blue (blue)
need a bad b*tch that’s gon’ say what i do (do)
do what i say (say), the coupe candy gray (riff)
i done threw a brick out on the beltway
beltway 8, the coupe candy gray
they calling me disgusting, threw boogers in the ap face (ooh)
or the sky*dweller rolex (yeah)
thеy say i did everything, they asking what’s nеxt (what’s next)
they asking too many questions, giving me suggestions
my file cabinet full, i can’t learn no more lessons (riff)
i should give a lecture on how to cure depression
i feel like jonny quest when i throw diamonds on my necklace (riff)

[verse 2: b jack$]
(yeah, wait, yeah)
i push they b*ttons, turn the channel, chanel on my necklace (what else?)
these b*tches get wet whenever i go through a setlist (yeah, wait)
i’m never stressing, money stretching, this sh*t is a blessing (what else?)
i touch a bag right off the wake*up, never second*guessing (yeah, wait)
coupe candy gray, uh, whip tinted out (skrrt)
i got hoes in the east, north, west, and the south (yeah, wait)
i’d be fine without the web, i’m going up off word of mouth (yeah, wait)
i been making lots of money off the words that’s out my mouth (yeah, wait)
like tiptoeing in my f*cking jordans
or i rock margiela (what?), handsome young fella (what?)
i’ma do a show and they start singing a cappella (yeah, wait)
hoes dancing to my music like my name capela (ayy, look)
i’m finna blow up, then i act like i don’t know n0body
these hoes want me go and pipe her like my name was roddy (what?)
moving really militant like i was john gotti (uh*huh)
i got hot right off computers like my name was bobby (yeah, yeah, wait, b*tch)
[verse 3: robb bank$]
man, f*ck these n*ggas, tell them p*ssy*ass about me
sweet life for real, got the twins running ’round the lobby
getting money like my job and being broke is like your hobby
n*ggas still being tender, being p*ssy, talking to hoes about me, duck
i’ll f*ck the sh*t out your little dime and then go on the run (n*gga)
some generational sh*t too, i don’t even like your son (f*ck n*gga)
n*gga, i’ll let your baby mama watch and sh*t like she a cuck
then right after, she getting cut, i don’t know why the f*ck they turnt me up, p*ssy

- riff raff b jack robb bank lyrics

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