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Practice Lyrics - Singles - Robb Banks

I'm fresher nigga 

Look at you, broke ass 

I know you thirsty 

Hundred dollar cup bitch 

Broward County 

Fuck off my dick man for real 

This shit real nigga 

Raining money 

Smart Stunnas this shit epic 

You lil' bitch 

 

I fuck your bitch just for practice, practice 

We jump your ass just for practice, practice 

We sip that lean just for practice, practice 

And bitch we global you need an atlas to find your bitch 

She lied to you just for practice, about sucking my dick 

Man that shit was just for practice 

And you made her moan my nigga she was trying to practice 

For your savage and bitch I'm perfect, I don't needa practice 

Practice 

 

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Xan with the pour up 

Put it with her sprite man she ain't even know it 

She ain't even trippin', AMG's we whippin' 

You niggas like glass bottles 

My nigga that's hollow 

My last follow I beat the pussy like it stole something 

Fold paper like I fold shirts 

You a national holiday, no work, no school, no class 

Got a beef with the 12th, they pulling them over that reefer they smell 

That shit's enough to get them in the trunk 

Smell like a skunk and he keeping them bail 

Luckily G I'm a G with the spells 

Drawing a star with a circle around 

With the custom Coogi's, where my girls? Them fucking movies 

 

Pluck a gem up out her chest, even if it's just a ruby throw it back 

We don't need it, looking for the opals by the sack 

And mixing gold with the plaque 

 

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Boy I got bands on me rite now 

S.S bitch I'm just talking that usual mane, money habits 

My Broward home so big look like a concentration camp 

Baby I was born in a palace then got exiled into jail 

But I swear all these hoes is Raditz get weak once I squeeze that tail 

I say I drop a fuck boy and let him move around with that ocean current, no fuck boys, this ain't Channel Orange 

Two phone prepaid metro if you want it don't text bitch call me 

Man I'll cut your shit so good 

I guarantee that your ass gon' be happy that you bought it 

This bitch say Robb Bank$ fucked me, Robb Bank$ a snake 

I got a little Orochimaru livin' inside me I only want that bitch for her body 

I think my tricks is catching up to a nigga 

Bitch you fuck with a nigga and yea I'll fuck, but I really don't fuck with you nigga's 

I say double cup flower pot threw soil in the soda pop 

Cup so dirty that a rose may grow and a nigga gave the bouquet to your motherfuckin' main 

Got no time on my hands overlook the presidential 

Overlook the city in the suite make sure these nigga's know ain't shit on my side sweet 

Aye it's savage life bitch, This ain't the fuckin' Tipton, but I still keep two twins and stupid dumb head from a rich asian bitch 

Nigga say he want his money back nigga say the lean cut 

Told him I don't do no refunds then looked at him like what 

Boy I'll put up 88 keys just to end a nigga like you 

Now thats a piano on your head, like a fucking Looney Toon 

Boy I'll put yo whole life in a bezel, pint half way full 

Don't know no halfway crooks never we do full steals 

If you a full lick I'll make my shit clap like full metal 

Put a play together dope jumpin out the gym 

Your main bitch say she tryna' run a scrimmage 

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