Robb Bank$ - Camos (September) lyrics

[Robb Bank$] Little b**h f** it is n***a OBP [Verse 1] I got b**hes that I'm parking lot pimping and back yard wrestling That p**n star stroke got them stage fright trembling Got my n***as at a wine sampling mixing grape drink Winding back them black and milds in the grapevine Lately my mind been on that cash Work that shaft, yeah that muscle spasm Bout to melt my slugs and flip that whole wall black Reservations in the tavern b**h, I steal the work and I'm bagging it She love my dick so I'm flashing it She lick the crown that's pageant sh** I'm higher than a b**h (I'm higher than a b**h) Jiggy with my sick chick screaming f** my side chick Popped to many aspirins down in Aspen on my lap Me and my bride went and copped that gold plated casket So we can play twilight when the moon lit up Guess I'm prince charming since everything princess cut n***a that was some [?] What it is what's up Got 2:30 on that blunt now cop that O and roll it up [Hook] Got a new b**h with a whip that got that diamond in the back [?] My n***as yelling where the camos Robb Bank$, Lansky; Basquiat and Warhol [Verse 2: Matt Meyer Lansky] I just snorted a stick and I ain't feeling sh** (not at all) Your girl look like a re-re, my girl look like Ri-Ri All she do is touch me and my jeans look like a Tipi Pull out my pokedex and I be looking for that Eevee Trying to Blastoise like I got Ninetails She told me that you got that Peewee no Herman So she come and see me to get that wet no sherman She says that she don't f** the white kids that dress urban But I flashed that Roley once and that p**y got murdered Hair slicked back like I think I'm Pat Riley When I pin her to the bed, boy no Norman Smiley s** my co*k at [?] by the way that ho fiending She call the kid for the Cudi but you know I ain't from Cleveland I be looking for that blond broad in that Northface jacket Custom camo [?] just came back from hunting some [?] [Hook] Two redbones kissing in the backseat