Griffith Did Nothing Wrong - Robb Bank$

Again, hahahaha

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Who that is?

Oh yeah

Cris Dinero

Drop 3,

, can you pass me my phone?

Birdman, JR, JR, me, me

Uh, uh, uh

Jump out the egg with your boo in it

Triple my cup, pour the deuce in it

Ride around the block, got two with me

Tuh, tuh, tuh, uh, uh

Nigga been thuggin', you new to it

I don’t pop molly, I don’t do jiggas

Yeah, you got it right, what you doin' with it?

Seen you niggas try to ride my wave

End up on the shore, blown away

Seven days out the week, I’m on fleek

I think her Loubiton feets look chic

Chinese, Eastern Air Lines airline what I fly

Servin' fish, nigga, who am I?

You’re Midori, I’m a one time

Shoot like Derrick Loop, I’m a biker boy

Kawasaki steppin' to the boy

For the love of money, these fuck nigga turn to fraud

Bitch, I got 'bout two on me, I’m comin' for your job

Thought I told you niggas Griffith ain’t do nothin' wrong

Nothin' wrong

2phone they call me up, if it ain’t one thing, it’s another

Dime body, dyin' 'bout the blood of my brother

Falconia, Savage Life movie

Fuck nigga talkin', then I put it to your stomach

B-day, b-day, birthday, sage, relay, relay

Thirteen, had the pants that stick three ways, three ways

Lettin' off five on that bitch DJ, DJ

Bring the hoe back for me, Cris

Jump out that egg with your boo in it for real

Triple my cup, I put the deuce in it for real

Cris Dinero

Ride down your block, with 'bout two with me for real

Say you 'bout it, what you doin' it for real

Who your money on?

Thought I said I ain’t do nothing wrong

SSET eatin', bitch, ain’t nothin' wrong

Take your panties off, ain’t nothin' wrong

I’ma fuck your bitch, ain’t nothin' wrong

Had your chance to switch, you went wrong

Tried to kill me and you missed, you went wrong

Admit I was right, you were wrong

Nigga try to

Talk behind my back, we ain’t eat

Wait 'til Internet, boy, you see through

Told you I ain’t in to that

heart right now, player

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