Scrub The Ground (Interlude) - Robb Bank$

Oh Yeah

God i hope she suck my dick tonight

Oh Yeah

We got all the time in the world

But bad bitches don’t break curfew

You see her in that Panamera pumpkin

Louis Vuitton glass slippers for my Cinderella

Dirty girl clean up so good

Dirty girl clean up so good

Dirty girl clean up so good

Cinderella clean up so good that I say

Aye bruh, too man too be pussy

Aye bruh, too hot too paint these nigga’s ain’t funny

Aye bruh it’s 50 dollars a zip, bet yo fly down

Need a real (?) on yo jeans to buy designer drugs for me

Aye Carroll, Carroll, cut it, cut it Carroll

Keep babying me in my white tee

I’m the frenchies I made you lean

Like you gon go out next week

Fuck the night ho like you left your wallet at home

You by tomorrow, Majin Buu’d up pop trunks like I’m future Trunks

Blue haired bitches still with the capsules so

Pen over the soul ain’t that right dog

Could still do my signature with my left

Like my nigga future go home

And she still ain’t move on

Yo bitch in love with love, so stop thinking bout why

She trust a lie, why she lie?

I know that bitch lyin'

So get them forever thoughts out your damn mind

At least you got laid

Niggas in my line of fire

And all ya’ll look like Valentines

Never throw hands over no ho

I know better than these broken hearted pussy nigga’s though

The fuck is you talkin' bout

In the moment all ya wanted was the sex

So I don’t need ya when my ass about to text with you