Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Practice, artist - Robb Bank$. Date of issue: 29.04.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Practice |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |