Testo Me and My N****s - Robb Bank$
Testo della canzone Me and My N****s (Robb Bank$), tratta dall'album Calendars
My niggas go to sleep on Tuesday, wake up on Sunday
My hoes seen the Weeknd in the shower after they take dick on hump day
Got money in my pocket, lacing that swisher
Sipping on 'tussin, regretting my high
But I look her in that see-through lace, won't take her shades off
But if she did, bet she give me that eye
Bought us tickets to fly to Cairo
Now I'm swerving through the potholes
Pillow talk secrets with tricks, all because they was all models
And I love how your complexion turn gold in the light
But ho, white girls fun, all because they all swallow
Racial profiling, I love where this talk's going
So keep boring me until I let you know the champagnes are frozen
And she ain't got no Three 6 in her Herbies, so to pass the time
Best believe I'll be counting the freckles on this Lohan
I slow fuck, boy, it's like that
My nigga say throw some nugs in it while I freak the black
And if you close your eyes, it makes the experience sweeter
Purposely roll up a blunt, she starts playing Khalifa
If you and your bitches wanna ride with my niggas
Get high with my niggas, puff lye with my niggas
Me and my niggas, you know we be smoking that hash
Me and my niggas wanna slide with your bitches
Wanna vibe with your bitches, wanna ride with your bitches
You and your bitches, you know that you 'bout getting slayed
Said I rep that 27 Club
So I stay getting so fucked up, and you watching me
I got one life to live, full of self-fulfilling prophecies
Chasing my high, I think they call that irrational
There's no stopping me, obviously
I'ma do my thing, acting so obnoxiously
I got your girl sitting pretty in a Aston Martin
On our way to Baskin-Robbins
In autumn, mid-August, riding through Gotham
Hoping that this weed gon' solve all our problems
Cause dog, I got no solution
And I don't think it comes from these drugs I'm using
Abusing, and I don't even know what I'm doing
I'm Warhol, he's Basquiat
Make your girl say, "That's the spot"
When she grab my brush and she paint that box
Got a little smudge up on her smock
I only bring hoes to the finest five star
Everything, hotels, dining, day spas
I don't rock play clothes, I rock four star
I don't go to DayGlo, take your girl to Cape Cod
I woke up on a Tuesday, went to sleep on a Sunday
Fuck a Monday, we call that bun-day, fun-day
We live our lives one way, and that be straight high
We just wrote a screenplay, the dialogue's in our mind
And I don't want the check, I just want the fame
And I don't need these hoes, I just want them to know my name
Yeah, grew up so fast, never seen our lives change
Nobody respect the struggle, but they all notice the pain
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Writer(s): Richard Burrell, Mattew Meyer
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