Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song ILYSM , by - Robb Bank$. Release date: 29.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
ILYSM |
| Natra |
| Put that shit on gang |
| Why these hoes think we playing? |
| Had to be the one, I’m the man (you dig?) |
| Kill them niggas, kill them once again |
| Try to kill me, boy you missed |
| Shot your shot, shot me, go on with that shit |
| I ain’t put none on the rip |
| I told you off the rip |
| SSET! |
| Kill that hoe, Kill that bitch, kill that hoe, kill that bitch |
| Kill that hoe, Kill that bitch |
| Kill that hoe, ooh, kill 'em |
| Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches |
| Fuck these niggas, I’m that nigga |
| Racks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger |
| Know you love it, know you love it |
| Know you love that shit, yeah |
| Know you love it, huh, huh |
| I love bitches, I love pourin' fours, so much |
| I love any pill, and I love smokin' dope |
| Loved her anyways and now she just a hoe |
| I love when they actin' hard and pussy on the low (tie) |
| Femto really love beefin' I ain’t gon' hold ya (SSET, SSET) |
| I’m gonna go Patek my wrist, I’ma make it last longer (SSET, SSET, SSET) |
| Fuck nigga, I want you to see this shit, I can fuck yo' momma |
| Your main bitch love me too, talk critic right after I fuck her |
| Young nigga look at you and I see food, bitch, I’m fresh up out the pound (SSET) |
| Probably in your hood with 20 birds flyin' around |
| Got the Swiss cheese nozzle on the stick, air it out |
| Leave your whole shit flipped, fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? |
| (huh) |
| Let’s take every pill, we gon' go slow |
| Been looking for you for a while, where you goin'? |
| You was talkin' all that shit, so what we on? |
| I just got a new check, I told Bam I’m gon' pay his bond |
| I just got a new check, yeah |
| I just fuck it up, huh |
| Got your bitch, she sucking dick |
| In my Bentley truck, huh |
| Pop a pill, I’m geeked up, huh |
| Pop a pill, she geeked, huh |
| Vans all on my feet, huh |
| Diamonds on my teeth, huh |
| Iced out my AP |
| Your man so broke, he wanna be like me, uh |
| He can’t be like me, huh |
| He’s a wanna-be, uh |
| Ridin' 'round with the stick though, huh |
| Play the bitch like Nintendo, huh |
| I get the money you lame, huh |
| Iced out on the chain, huh |
| Looking at me, swear to God, your man so broke |
| Swear to God, he lame, huh |
| I get the money no fame, huh |
| He just do it for the fame, huh |
| Baby girl wanna step, huh |
| I’m drinkin' lean no beer, huh |
| Got dimes over here, huh |
| Diamonds all in my ears, huh |
| Yeah, Dexter, tuh, Dexter |
| Diamonds all in my ears, huh |
| Sippin' on lean, you think that it’s beer |
| What, yeah, ooh |
| Diamonds all in my ears, huh |
| Diamonds all in my ears |
| I’m sippin' on lean, you think that it’s beer |
| Yeah, Dexter, huh, yeah, what |
| I get the money whatever |
| I get the money whatever |
| Run the bands, I wear Margielas, bitch |
| Ooh, huh, pull up with a stick, huh |
| Swear to God, let it rip, huh |
| Swear to God, let it rip, huh, yeah, Dexter |
| Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches |
| Fuck these niggas, I’m that nigga |
| Racks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger |
| Know you love it, know you love it |
| Know you love that shit, yeah |
| Know you love it, huh, huh |