Robb Bank$ - BET Uncut (October) lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Neil] Make up on the pillowcase Hickeys on the neck I told you not to leave it I'm tryna keep us a secret Not because you ain't good enough I love yo a** to d**h Just I don't trust myself and girl you shouldn't really either But you, do You stay around You got my back I lay you down We right back at it f**in like some addicts Somehow sh** just happens And you light one up say it enhance the pa**ion That's all you lookin for Girl that's all you really need Substituting pa**ion with the feeling when I'm in between We can't be Not with the type of dream I'm tryna reach Can't rap bout f**in these hoes if I got a girl at home (like Hov) So I feel wrong when we back with each other under covers and I'm askin her all of a sudden You can't take it yo heart breakin cause you realize what the truth is And I stop playin stupid sh** you really ain't that clueless And these hoes tryna get to know a n***a b**h I'm more interested in what you tryna show a n***a I take the music and the fame look I really can't concern hoes I'd die without my team Rest in peace Joe Paterno [Hook](x2) Bet I'm rollin she let me f** Bet me ten I leave with a dub Bet I put my hands underneath the soap suds in the tub and I swere off after I f** She know that a real n***a know wa**up She want that BET Uncut Play Boosie light candles and roll up She want that BET uncut Now pop that p**y for me (Like a stripper) Just pop that p**y for me (Like a stripper) [x5] b**h pop that p**y for me (Like a stripper) [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] Bounce that a** one time for the savage One Xan' and you can't stop laughin Your dad would be mad if I fogged out his maybach so don't even ask what the f** I been ashin Im off krokodil and a sherm stick call Carmen for her connect's number And this Cali b**h want me to f** her like pics she reblog on tumblr Got a free spirit trapped up in the hood Got a grip up on that handle Got a white girl that dance with white girls who keep my choppa in her satchel Color coordinating my money into purple green and yellow And she ain't a real hipster b**h if her hair ain't purple green or yellow On my hip you see that magnum The hips on that b**h like I took her out a Maxim And that gold herringbone shine give her flashbacks of that Magnum Hit my dope boy phone I send the telephone number Took her on a trip to Guatemala just to drive she copped a Hummer Maxed out her daddy's black card And this ain't jibberish on my freshjive Hoodie, lil b**h That's my credit card number Cracked the window so 'trol could smell the cigs Smoke coulda bring pictures you paint to life, not even in chalkzone b**h I'm coppin paintings from Takashi Murakami While I'm taking Hollister off Holly And poppin molly's with Molly And I ain't gon apologize when I say you f** n***as is sorry I'm in a rocking chair, waiting on my f**in blood to call me Or in a room at the Fontainebleau, blowin' tree Flippin a young blonde b**h's stomach, call that Marley and Me