Robb Bank$ - Get It How You Live (December) lyrics

[Robb Bank$] Sure [Cadie] (Happy, happier) [Robb Bank$] I'm back up in this thing with your b**h all on my dick From Tuesday through Sunday I'm running through your crib Cut the veins off that tree right and smoke it to a clip Skinny n***a sh**, I keep that gold up in your b**h p**y n***as catch a bad one, your mixtape only good to ash on And you still trynna figure out my 4th bar? f** n***a, it's a Magnum A deal, I still don't got that My ex is still on call back And sh** just gon' get worse, so I whip that hearse and my b**h wear all black It's a difference And n***as still don't know that behind the scenes, on the mouth that they be kissing They ain't finna tell you what they 'bout to get into b**h 'bout to leave for college come winter, so Tell me where I fit in VIP parties, ones you can't get in The way her new man's staring at my new b**hes Counting all this new money, singing 'bout these old women (sure) I mean everything except the last part Took the pain away and sh** I probably wouldn't ask for it I'm long gone when n***as need someone to turn to All my freetime goes to a Lily Thai (?), it acts just like a Squirtle Might as well cop the pack from the way that I'm coppin' loosies And she hold the pop kiss like the end of a Disney movie And I'm casting for a p**no where the actors don't charge me My protagonist's a Misty looking b**h, screaming "star me!" I let her catch my pokeballs, but if she didn't notice me I still got shones wanting to be Misty to my Togepi Now tell me how much flashbacks your a** just got I bet you feel violated like I blew up your spot You see I know your every thought, you a simple a** n***a And that's real you lil' b**h, I can't get no cash with you I cure my cottonmouth with that prometh and codeine And when I'm with my goon friends just act like you don't know me That paisely pullover, hood on, like I stole it I got 1 beer, and 2 loosies, I promise that I'm golden Is it wrong that my old sh** sound like today's new sh**? I done rapped about my hair and my clothes, that sh** stupid I done rapped and lived about all that you ever dreamt it n***a And only 17 years, so who's better n***a? I'm y'all's evolved form, but you act like you don't wan' believe that sh** Scraight like that, first paycheck, first thing I copped was 2 sets of 6 Never been too persuasive, exes leave and needin' replacements And if you f** n***as is listening, I'm begging you don't say sh** 'Fore you make a n***a mask up like you contagious Or like we starring in Contagion, n***a (Happy) And all these hoes want boyfriends, when the last thing I need is more ties Got no more time to myself, living all these seperate lives I take a side and let the smoke out and the air waves I'm with a red bone, on an airplane And all of this was daydreams, but I took my mental health day And I'm smoking in front of children, loitering in front of your building With your girl, 8 inches deep Missionary, (praying) hoping I feel sh** My old b**h all on my mind, I'm thinking== back when sh** was so easy Lately I'm starting to question myself, like she wasn't in the wrong to just up and leave me But this song ain't for her, I ain't gon' give her that pleasure I wonder if her new n***a giving her any pleasure It's whether the world gon' listen to a n***a right now or later 'Till then, I got a b**h that's like my creative player And she live out in Jamaica boy, that's my lil' thing She put that lime in the coconut, prometh in a ting (?) And I'm all off instincts, no thinking, just acting Prolly why she like me, aspiring to be an actress Boy, I had went through them chapters, now that sh** is done I'm buying houses, ask that realtor if I could pay her in gum Knock the cherry out the blunt, right before I clip it Slice the cherry in your b**h, I roll a bliz and then I'm dippin' I been bumping too much of that rubberband business If I said it, then I meant it OBP until the ending, b**h Yea if I said it then I meant it n***a, OBP until the ending n***a If I said it then I meant it b**h, sure sure sure.. sure (SS in this sh**, I f** your b**h, all my n***as get it how we live Run through your crib, I'll take your grip, mo'f**a get it how you live) Yea, get it how you live Get it how you live f** n***a, get it how you live Get it how you live (Skinny young n***a and I'm finer than my b**h I'm in the bathroom of your condo, not wiping after I piss, b**h) After I piss, b**h All on my dick, b**h Yea, not wiping after I piss, b**h I leave your crib, and your b**h still all on my dick, b**h