โหลดเพลง mp3 225 - Robb Bank$

Molly
Free all my *****s up
Free all my *****s up
I think I might be happy
Hah
You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig
You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig
You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig
You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig
225
Loud and live
From the back
I'm from the side
Do the Wraith
Keep up the pace
Take a knee
Still can't wife a freak
Mobile Suit my Gundam, how you move your gun then?
I got to hold my hand right round him, he moved, so I shot him
I demand all respect right now, make me put this mic down
Two of us finna go in, we both know who gon' come out
Maybach 23
Rollin' on a bean
Made her drink my Minute Made
Take her out like Sandra Platinum
I ain't gon' shoot no-one today
You may ruff no Sharpay
Signed into it with a Sharpie
Lil *****, know you my protege
19, got 20 for a show
18, got 50 for the load
17, had 0 Texakos
13, I had hopped off the porch
I was thuggin' before my mama was buyin' my clothes
You was ***** 'fore me, both with snotty nose
I used to take you for your L and the gang would roast
I'm a real ass *****, we both know
***** I'm cappin' for?
225
Loud and live
From the back
I'm from the side
Do the Wraith
Keep up the pace
Take a knee
Still can't wife a freak
Beat the pot, beat the pot
Beat the pot, smash
Gettin' that, gettin' that
Gettin' that, bag
Walk through, walk through
Walk through, splash
Bless you, bless you
Too fresh, death
Who gon' check me?
Whatever you do ain't finna impress me
Uh, rhinestone cobweb like I'm Presley
Uh, Black Clover, do magic
I ain't never been one of them *****s,
Get online and talk all that *****t, uh
Ate a bum hoe out last night
And the ***** left her crumbs on my lip, uh
Green heart, don't feel nothing,
I ain't finna wife none hoe, not for *****t
And the ***** said won't hear what I'm sayin',
And finna learn something, I don't wanna kiss you
***** ass lil ***** got a bitty ass chain on
And that lame ass still tryna flex
Early morning, late nights in that Nissan,
Me and Kie Mon' took that risk
Look at these scripts of a sea bring,
And I never wait on a trip
Nell Money had Smithy in a halfway,
And he still gave his ass another year
225
Loud and live
From the back
I'm from the side
Do the Wraith
Keep up the pace
Take a knee
Still can't wife a freak
Beat the pot, beat the pot
Beat the pot, smash
Gettin' that, gettin' that
Gettin' that, bag
Walk through, walk through
Walk through, splash
Bless you, bless you
Too fresh, death