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"Save a Hoe"

[Intro: Robb Bank$]
All purpose phone, yeah, yeah
Do it all, yeah, you dig that, uh huh
Yeah, Rich Gang or don't bang
For life (Tell 'em free my brothers)
Ayy, yuh

[Chorus: wifisfuneral & Robb Bank$]
It go like, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ayy (Yuh)
How many thots think that they gon' get to heaven? (You dig)
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ayy (Yuh)
How many thots think that they gon' get to heaven? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
One, two, three, four (Four)
Five, six, seven f*ck n*ggas at the door (Whoa, whoa)
One, two, three, four (What up)
Five, six, seven, eight b*tches at the door (Okay)

[Post-Chorus: Robb Bank$]
What you want? Take me to the floor (To the floor)
I could f*ck your b*tch right now , we'll be done (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Bought my bottom b*tch a crown, she a star (Yeah, you dig)
It be feelin' like a drought when it's gone (SSET, SSET)

[Verse: wifisfuneral & Robb Bank$]
Mix the Hi-Tech with the Par, that's that do not sip (Ayy, dig)
Tell me why your baby momma on my jock, yeah (She on my jock, I don't know why)
We gon' pull up with that smoke just like a high spliff, yeah (Brr)
We gon' pull up with that smoke just like a high spliff, yeah (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
.223 up in his chest that sh*t might drop sh*t (Brr, brr)
If I'm ridin' with that .40, that's a hot clip (That's that hot sh*t, Grr, grr, woo, woo)
If I'm popping' on a Perc, I might get high b*tch, (Woo, woo)
We the cleanup crew might pull up with a mop stick (Woo, grr, grr)
Got them bands, n*gga, I can't stop sh*t, n*gga
I'ma lay that rock bottom down, Dwayne Johnson (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Crack too many seals, a n*gga think that he Steve Austin (Tuh, SSET)
VVs on my chest, boy, you know that this sh*t ain’t flawed yea (SSET, SSET)
Oh, only smoke the grass, but where the leaf?
Oh, I'm tryna f*ck that b*tch and leave

Oh, grass type Pokémon, Eevee
Oh, spread your rolls, but I got seeds, got seeds
And them boys drink Karo, not lean (Not lean)
Drinkin' so much sip, I think my liver bleed (Liver bleed)
Legs wrapped around my neck like she the leader (Yuh)
Spanish b*tch, lil momma, she a eater, oh (Ah)
When I get up in this b*tch (You dig that)
Wet floor, caution sign, feel this drip (Yeah)
Thirty-six, this that Wu-Tang sh*t (Yuh)
Hold up, like, thirty-six, this that Wu-Tang sh*t (You dig)

[Pre-Chorus: Robb Bank$]
We gon' make her come and suck that di*k, uh (On God)
We gon' make her come and suck that di*k, uh (Woo, woo)
Lil momma, come f*ck with my clique, uh (On God)
Lil momma, come and feel this drip, uh

[Chorus: wifisfuneral & Robb Bank$]
It go like one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ayy (Yuh)
How many thots think that they gon' get to heaven? (Rah)
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ayy (Yuh)
How many thots think that they gon' get to heaven? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
One, two, three, four (Four)
Five, six, seven f*ck n*ggas at the door (Whoa, whoa)
One, two, three, four (What up)
Five, six, seven, eight b*tches at the door (Okay)

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