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Dank Robbers

Jazz

Filthy

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Tekst piosenki
[Intro] Right All night, all night yeah [Verse 1] Until the clock's still I pack a bowl like a summer road trip Make the radio Knoxville In a city full of fools with loaded Mags I'm locked inside my room with sixteen loaded pads Eyes full of bags like that single mother walking From the market to feed her kid in that apartment With no intentions on being mugged She dropped the milk jug And followed it when that young thug dropped a slug Fuck, why they had to take moms? Now this slow nigga starving gripping on this grey nine Saw me pushing with the Cheetos, Skittles, and Grapevine At command of his stomach growl he had to take mine Cycle, never ending circle Never know when life'll leave you on the turf Or leave you on the dashboard of your homie's sports car You never know son [Verse 2] I'm just chilling with the stars Cruising in my Merkabah Mellow, I cause no problems But its auto that I correct niggas that be outta they oblongata Shit I just want a lotta Love, pussy, and bud shipped from Guatemala Right now all I got is like five dollars So I'mma put that down with at least five potnas And we can cop the...dank Cops probably stop us But we ain't robbing banks Shit we could be robbing banks We could be robbing banks What the fuck man? [Outro] "But first at 5:30, our top local story tonight. A warning from the FEDS The FBI has identified a repeat bank robber who's hit four local banks." "And then we'll look at some surveillance video to help catch us up Eye witness reporter Nicole Estaphan joins us live in the news room with our top local story."
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