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• Artiste: Robb Banks
• Titre: Griffith Did Nothing Wrong
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Again, hahahaha Woah, woah, woah, woah Who that is? Oh yeah Cris Dinero Drop 3, [?] [?], can you pass me my phone? Birdman, JR, JR, me, me Uh, uh, uh Jump out the egg with your boo in it Triple my cup, pour the deuce in it Ride around the block, got two with me Tuh, tuh, tuh, uh, uh Nigga been thuggin', you new to it I don't pop molly, I don't do [?] Yeah, you got it right, what you doin' with it? Seen you niggas try to ride my wave End up on the shore, blown away Seven days out the week, I'm on fleek I think her Loubiton feets look chic Chinese, [?] airline what I fly Servin' fish, nigga, who am I? You're Midori, I'm a one time Shoot like Derek [?], I'm a biker boy Kawasaki steppin' to the boy For the love of money, these fuck nigga turn to fraud Bitch, I got 'bout two on me, I'm comin' for your job Thought I told you niggas Griffith ain't do nothin' wrong Nothin' wrong [?] they call me up, if it ain't one thing, it's another Dime body, dyin' 'bout the blood of my brother Falconia, Savage Life movie Fuck nigga talkin', then I put it to your stomach B-day, b-day, [?] birthday, sage, relay, relay Thirteen, had the pants that stick three ways, three ways Lettin' off five on that bitch DJ, DJ Bring the hoe back for me, Cris Jump out that egg with your boo in it for real Triple my cup, I put the deuce in it for real Cris Dinero Ride down your block, with 'bout two with me for real Say you 'bout it, what you doin' it for real Who your money on? Thought I said I ain't do nothing wrong SSET eatin', bitch, ain't nothin' wrong Take your panties off, ain't nothin' wrong I'ma fuck your bitch, ain't nothin' wrong Had your chance to switch, you went wrong Tried to kill me and you missed, you went wrong Admit I was right, you were wrong Nigga try to [?] Talk behind my back, we ain't eat Wait 'til Internet, boy, you see through Told you I ain't in to that [?] [?] heart right now, player Grab this shit