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Came To Conquer (Remix)
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Robin Banks
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b*t*h, I'ma ball I cannot fail Keep a .40 on me, bet you could tell How could I sit around you n***as and chill? When I got 20 other n***as to hail I got 20 other n***as in jail Couple n***as need 'em racks for them bail So I'm servin' whether snow in the hail 'Cause she from out of state, came in the mail Diamonds like water, I feel like it's raining b*t*h, I'ma trapper but rapper in training Keeping the strap for them rats and complaining 'Cause I don't give a f**k 'bout the crap that you saying All of my youngings be clappin' and sprayin' So f**k up the GTA, your cats be playing Trust me it's true n***a, facts had we laying The news caught us lacking on different occasions Got them b*t*hes saying, "[?]", n***a Rollin' woods, like I'm rollin' off drigga Under stripes, I ain't talking no tigger Foreign benz, think first you come with us Shordys working like a symphony, n***a Chose the main, 'cause the gameplan was bigger She ain't paying, why the f**k is you with us? Cut 'em off like a n***a had with scissors Hop out the side, will you slide to the top? This fully auto, leave your semi at dot My n***as rollin', now the spots getting hot I had to leave the fully auto at pogs Hating n***as, always calling the cops My n***as slippin', getting followed and stopped Chase came quick ready to lob Know they chatting 'cause the auto was lost n***a, I'm ridin' with nothing but felonies Gave the one thing, know you smellin' me Tell me what's up with the jealousy? Got it off the pot, than them telly fees Don't gang bang, but it's better bees Still gang gang with the fellow seas Got hard rock to the cocaine Serving dog food like it's petty grief f**k, n***a Yeah, f**k, n***a Serving dog food like it's petty grief f**k, n***a Yeah, f**k, n***a Bet you could tell b*t*h, I'ma ball I cannot fail Keep a .40 on me, bet you could tell How could I sit around you n***as and chill? When I got 20 other n***as to hail I got 20 other n***as in jail Couple n***as need 'em racks for them bail So I'm servin' whether snow in the hail 'Cause she from out of state, came in the mail b*t*h, I'ma ball Not fallin' off Didn't want hard, so I turned it to soft Thumping the opps, dubbiez all in my cuff I'm in all black coming like I'ma God First of the month, ring, ring Fred He says, "Circle around his ends" Telling me, "Don't bring no friends" Telling me, "Hes not for them" So I went, got 10 reads Left the spot, saw the feds Looking down right at the ground, 'cause they ain't getting my attention I ain't tryna feel it, found myself in self detention Might do a couple months up in the dip to be in trenches Trap game Wassi, programmed like a nazi Pigs they know the pollies, but wanna solve the bodies I just wanna Masi' and some 'Rari's Turning up in all the TT parties I'm applying pressure Wait 'til crodie Pressa Plug named Hector With me for the better Stop f**king with that fellow, he a wasteman Took her heart, then made them cyclops to X-Men b*t*h, I'ma ball I cannot fail Keep a .40 on me, bet you could tell How could I sit around you n***as and chill? When I got 20 other n***as to hail I got 20 other n***as in jail Couple n***as need 'em racks for them bail So I'm servin' whether snow in the hail 'Cause she from out of state, came in the mail Bi-Bi-Bi-b*t*h, I'ma ball I cannot fail Keep a .40 on me, bet you could tell How could I sit around you n***as and chill? When I got 20 other n***as to hail I got 20 other n***as in jail Couple n***as need 'em racks for them bail So I'm servin' whether snow in the hail 'Cause she from out of state, came in the mail f**k the opps, that's how I feel Big fifth, send them n***as to hell Double M, shorty, can you not tell? Robin Banks, but I got clientele Flip phone, million dollar sale Haven't been broke since I made my first sale Hennessy, no [?] b*t*h, I'm ballin', this ain't no NFL Whip it up, whip it up Like it's magic, but I need me no spell Yeah, I got bars, but I need me no jail Credit cards 'cause my pockets got filled Pull up, pull up If you really 'bout that life you talkin' f**k a drive-by, I rather park up then get to walkin' Abaay, abaay These n***as they do not ride b*t*h, I drift, I do not slide Pull up, (Skurt) it's homicide Ahhh, abaay, abaay Their life is just all a lie Story tellin' n***as, they them n***as that we do not like n***a, I'm a shooter Oh, he can't tell? Stephen Curry, the way I'm shootin' so well If I get knocked, can't sing like Adele Keep my mouth shut 'til I get me that bell Pull up, pull up (Skurt) Ahhh, pull up, pull up Robin Banks b*t*h, I'ma ball I cannot fail Keep a .40 on me, bet you could tell How could I sit around you n***as and chill? When I got 20 other n***as to hail I got 20 other n***as in jail Couple n***as need 'em racks for them bail So I'm servin' whether snow in the hail 'Cause she from out of state, came in the mail Bi-Bi-Bi-b*t*h, I'ma ball I cannot fail Keep a .40 on me, bet you could tell How could I sit around you n***as and chill? When I got 20 other n***as to hail I got 20 other n***as in jail Couple n***as need 'em racks for them bail So I'm servin' whether snow in the hail 'Cause she from out of state, came in the mail n***a, I'm a shooter Oh, he can't tell? Stephen Curry, the way I'm shootin' so well If I get knocked, can't sing like Adele Keep my mouth shut 'til I get me that bell Pull up, pull up Pull up, pull up Pull up, pull up
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