Testo Stop Snitchin - Robb Bank$
Testo della canzone Stop Snitchin (Robb Bank$), tratta dall'album Tha Leak 3
(Someone call my cell)
(Like I don't have to share with no one else)
(Genshin, play that shit)
Mm
(How can I make you happy?)
You can't
Bitch, I hate the way your motherfuckin' ass look
Hate your eyes, I hate your lips, I hate your motherfuckin' tooth
Hate that lil' gem on it you, swore was a motherfuckin' look
I hate your body, I hate that shit you call food when you try to cook
I hate your smell, I hate your breath, I hate your motherfuckin' hair
I hate that lil' pussy wit' that lil' funk ass lil' smell
I hate the way you actin', knowin' I wasn't there
'Round all them niggas, smiling when they stare
Thinkin', "Thank God, that my nigga isn't here," for real
You see I wasn't, but now I'm shook, I fell in love wit' a crook
Stole my heart, and now I got no side bitch here to help me look
I gave it my best, but I got bested by your rook
Queen supposed to protect the king but this game of chess never ain't good, for real
I wasn't made to fall in love, that much is overstood
I'm the typa nigga that's gon' step away, before I ever could
I ain't never trippin', ho, you trippin', you must think you Meagan Good
I dress like Jonathan Majors before somethin' minor got me trippin'
Man, pussy ass hoe, stop snitchin' (yeah)
Tellin' all these people all of my business (swear)
It ain't never really matter that much to you (facts)
I ain't never even give a real fuck 'bout you (mwah)
I would never in life bust a slug 'bout you (yeah)
I'm tryna bet the next nigga to come love on you
Oh, I don't give a fuck who you think you is (mwah)
I know one thing, you ain't my bitch, for real
Man, pussy ass hoe, stop snitchin' (yeah)
Tellin' all these people all of my business (I swear)
It ain't never really matter that much to you (bitch)
I ain't never even give a real fuck 'bout you (mwah)
I would never in life bust a slug 'bout you (yeah)
I'm tryna bet the next nigga to come love on you
Oh, I don't give a fuck who you think you is (yeah)
I know one thing, you ain't my bitch, for real
You know, I really hope-
You know, I hope that the nigga hit it, rip her izz out her fuckin' ass, nigga
I wanted to hit it chic and be like, "Damn, I fucked up"
Like, ooh! Nigga said, nigga said, I was-
Nigga, you thought-, I ain't even got a side bitch right now, bitch
Like, I really like you, bitch, like, ooh, you really fuckin' hit it this time, bitch, ooh!
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Writer(s): Richard Burrell, Tariq Julien
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