HML Songtext

von Robb Bank$

Fly ride, real fine, young prime time
On shine, shawty, hit a nigga line
You in the five five with the brown eyes
Hair dripping down on side
Shawty, hit a nigga line
Your chakras aligned
Peace sign on your Viber all night
Shawty, hit a nigga line
And that pussy fire, so fire
Your future rise, celebrity over night

Shawty, call me so I can make it juicy
For you, that ass so Monique, make me forget about Laurie
I hold it down, I turn her on
I bring her back to life when she fuck with the phone
My nigga she bad, she bad, I wanna scold her
ICarly, she love that like I told her
I fucked around, gave Zoey the 101
But Elisa that I met off Tinder the slick
Blew a kiss to the clit when I was in it
Moved my tongue to the left, a nigga don't need no direction
Pooye that's my brother, we fuck the same bitches
Double S-T-G-B, you can leave if you ain't with it, bitches
Yolanda from Tumblr, your name ain't it?
I fuck with these hoes, they gon' tell me where you stay at
She don't wanna fuck until we bear some weight
But my dick don't come with instructions, you flame

Fly ride, real fine, young prime time
On shine, shawty, hit a nigga line
You in the five five with the brown eyes
Hair dripping down on side
Shawty, hit a nigga line
Your chakras aligned
Peace sign on your Viber all night
Shawty, hit a nigga line
And that pussy fire, so fire
Your future rise, celebrity over night
(Can I be happy, happy)
Sure

Know that I got that shit, I gotta let you know
All these niggas they pussy, see right through them though
It ain't nothing to flip that switch and set that ho off
Bitch, Robb Bank$, you ain't gonna be alone
Fucked that bitch in Florida, now a nigga globally
Couple of pussy niggas back home that wish I'd let her go
Ten toes, head first, nah, there ain't no forgive and forgetting
2phoneshawty forever
Live from your bitch bed, nigga, broadcasting in your worst fears
Nightmare drenched in a cold sweat, on ten like
On ten like I got T.K holding this bitch
Still hitting below the belt, remaining above the rib
Aye, what you mean you ani't nasty?
Shake it up and let that bitch breathe
Can't hate, spill it you gonna make a mess on my seats
You been waiting for the weekend all week
So shawty go crazy
Call out of work, real girl, go crazy
You can tear that condom off girl, go crazy
Don't worry about that boy you playing with, he know I'm crazy
Don't take no pic, you know my bitch
If she find out then there ain't no saving you, you on my way
I gave that bitch a drink now she thinks she's on a motherfucking date, no way

Fly ride, real fine, young prime time
On shine, shawty, hit a nigga line
You in the five five with the brown eyes
Hair dripping