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Robb Bank$

"Like Me"

[Intro: Robb Bank$]
Hey Cris, f*ck you!
Femto!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Okay

[Chorus: Robb Bank$]
I don't like you (Woo-ooh), you don't like me (Woo-ooh)
You won't fight me (Woo-ooh) in my white tee (Woo-ooh)
She say, “Pipe me", (Woo-ooh) he so icy (Woo-ooh)
f*ck my sidepiece (Woo-ooh) in my Nike (Woo-ooh)

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Mountain Dew never look clear
Put a six in here, got my red b*tch ridin' on a Lear
She one in a million like Aaliyah
Wit' a blue lace wig, like the b*tch bang Crip out here (Yeah)
And I got a gun, blazer fit, tailor
Fifteen thousand, and I spent it all on a spaceship (B-r-r-r)
And I got yo' lil' white baby, ridin' a Mercedes
And I told that hoe other sh*t (Rah)
What's yo' flavor? (What it is?) Flavor, savor (Uh)
Homegirl Blasian (Uh), initiation (Uh, uh)
Let you ride it like a Harley Davidson (I do)
Young Basquiat, paint her face with som'
You took that b*tch at home, now you layin' up
Gary Oak when I'm jumpin' at a gym
Made a movie, made a film
Yeah, I glowed up, but this is not a drill
I press a n*gga like a bad pill
King of ad-lib, really lived
I'm that story that you tell
Like stop, drop and roll
Got a Glock wit' a pole
Have you ever seen a stripper shake and get up out them clothes?
Got a swiss cheese TEC, find a rat, Whac-A-Mole
And I'm runnin' out of breath, need to stop smokin' 'Ports, like

[Chorus: Robb Bank$]
I don't like you (Woo-ooh), you don't like me (Woo-ooh)
You won't fight me (Woo-ooh) in my white tee (Woo-ooh)
She say, “Pipe me", (Woo-ooh) he so icy (Woo-ooh)
f*ck my sidepiece (Woo-ooh) in my Nike (Woo-ooh)

[Verse 2: wifisfuneral]
Pure black in my veins, b*tch, I'm not sane
Smokin' on pure gas, b*tch, octane
A little devil from the mud wit' a rotten age
Rollin' up, rotten scene now outplayed
I was trappin' out-back
Lil' Zay wit' a sack
Got him grippin' on his teeth, pure steel, that's a Gat
If we really talkin' facts
I'm the best, that's that
Never played no chess
Only playin' wit' address, I'm the Boogeyman
Creepin' through yo' b*tch bed sheets and you knew her, man
Blonde headed b*tch suckin' di*k, goin' Super Saiyan
Skimmin' through the bands, Goddamn
How you do it, damn?
Ruger boy, rollin' through the hood, I'm the Rugerman
Claim you gangsta, uh, you's a wanksta
Nah, paper chaser, uh, you can't be slime
You's a prankster, nah, paper chaser, uh
You can't be slime, uh, you's a prankster, like

[Outro: Robb Bank$]
I don't like you (Woo-ooh), you don't like me (Woo-ooh)
You won't fight me (Woo-ooh) in my white tee (Woo-ooh)

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