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Robb Bank$ - Stop Snitchin (Music Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robb Bank$
Robb Bank$
Vocals
Richard O'Neil Burrell
Richard O'Neil Burrell
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robb Bank$
Robb Bank$
Lyrics
Richard O'Neil Burrell
Richard O'Neil Burrell
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robb Bank$
Robb Bank$
Producer
Genshin
Genshin
Producer

Lyrics

(Someone call my cell) (Like I don't have to share with no one else) (Genshin, play that shit) Mm (How can I make you happy?) You can't Bitch, I hate the way your motherfuckin' ass look Hate your eyes, I hate your lips, I hate your motherfuckin' tooth Hate that lil' gem on it you, swore was a motherfuckin' look I hate your body, I hate that shit you call food when you try to cook I hate your smell, I hate your breath, I hate your motherfuckin' hair I hate that lil' pussy wit' that lil' funk ass lil' smell I hate the way you actin', knowin' I wasn't there 'Round all them niggas, smiling when they stare Thinkin', "Thank God, that my nigga isn't here," for real You see I wasn't, but now I'm shook, I fell in love wit' a crook Stole my heart, and now I got no side bitch here to help me look I gave it my best, but I got bested by your rook Queen supposed to protect the king but this game of chess never ain't good, for real I wasn't made to fall in love, that much is overstood I'm the typa nigga that's gon' step away, before I ever could I ain't never trippin', ho, you trippin', you must think you Meagan Good I dress like Jonathan Majors before somethin' minor got me trippin' Man, pussy ass hoe, stop snitchin' (yeah) Tellin' all these people all of my business (swear) It ain't never really matter that much to you (facts) I ain't never even give a real fuck 'bout you (mwah) I would never in life bust a slug 'bout you (yeah) I'm tryna bet the next nigga to come love on you Oh, I don't give a fuck who you think you is (mwah) I know one thing, you ain't my bitch, for real Man, pussy ass hoe, stop snitchin' (yeah) Tellin' all these people all of my business (I swear) It ain't never really matter that much to you (bitch) I ain't never even give a real fuck 'bout you (mwah) I would never in life bust a slug 'bout you (yeah) I'm tryna bet the next nigga to come love on you Oh, I don't give a fuck who you think you is (yeah) I know one thing, you ain't my bitch, for real You know, I really hope- You know, I hope that the nigga hit it, rip her izz out her fuckin' ass, nigga I wanted to hit it chic and be like, "Damn, I fucked up" Like, ooh! Nigga said, nigga said, I was- Nigga, you thought-, I ain't even got a side bitch right now, bitch Like, I really like you, bitch, like, ooh, you really fuckin' hit it this time, bitch, ooh!
Writer(s): Richard Burrell, Tariq Julien Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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