Lyrics Half Bae (feat. Pouya) - Robb Bank$ feat. Pouya
Nigga
can't
tell
me
shit
Tell
it
to
my
9
Aye
Half
bae
She
half
straight
and
she
half
gay
Don't
ask
me
You
full
lame
and
you're
half
paid
Half
real,
half
fake
No
not
me
Pull
up
right
now
I'm
already
there
half
way
Probation,
put
your
hoe
in
rotation
And
I
let
her
rape
me
Put
her
on
baecation
Half
naked
Got
the
phone
vibrating
They
get
a
situation
Spray
the
location
Nigga
I
been
stunting
hard
since
the
tall
tee's
bitch
Bonafide
game
breaker,
just
scored
two
zits
Boy
I
lick
it
and
I
stick
it
Got
a
splinter
from
a
twig
2phone
young
savage,
nigga
suck
on
my...
Who
you
is,
what
you
not
F.L.A
we
dropping
tops
I'ma
violate
your
mouth
til'
your
hootchie
cootchie
pop
I'ma
take
a
shit
on
you,
what
the
fuck
would
Jesus
do?
I
don't
pray
to
nobody
bitch
you
know
you're
not
ready
Finna'ride
up
with
your
broad
and
let
off
in
her
jaw
Been
number
one
since
the
kid
next
door
I
used
to
fuck
on
your
hoe
I
used
to
kick
in
these
door
Now
we
busting
these
flows
While
I
run
up
in
here
She
seventeen
but
I
fuck
her
like
she
twenty
fiveI
don't
use
a
rubber
on
that
hoe,
I
just
roll
the
dice
Bust
her
down
get
her
right
Even
though
she
not
my
type
I'ma
sneak,
get
up
in
that
pussy
Bitch
take
the
pipe
Half
bae
She
half
straight
and
she
half
gay
Don't
ask
me
You
full
lame
and
you're
half
paid
Half
real,
half
fake
No
not
me
Pull
up
right
now
I'm
already
there
half
way
Probation,
put
your
hoe
in
rotation
And
I
let
her
rape
me
Put
her
on
baecation
Half
naked
Got
the
phone
vibrating
They
get
a
situation
Spray
the
location
Ain't
no
one-on-ones
where
we
from,
boy
you
getting
pat
down
Keep
the
Mac
in
the
'lac,
or
the
backpack
now
Shut
your
mouth
and
take
this
nut
Slick
fire,
you
a
slut
And
I
can't
trust
a
soul
that's
why
I
keep
it
by
my
...
Boy
I
keep
my
mind
on
my
money
Smart
stun
that
shit
And
that
buffet,
you
know
we
eatin'
When
she
threw
up
on
the
dick
A
hundred
racks
in
the
Civic
While
I
load
up
the
clip
And
if
you
came
to
the
show
Then
we
fucked
yo
bitch
Yeah
keep
that
money
comin'
in,
yeah
you
know
the
cash
talk
Thuggin'
in
my
good
clothes,
that's
a
thousand
dollar
stone
Bitch
shut
yo'
ass
up,
don't
sit
there
on
the
phone
Play
with
it
princess,
I
never
lost
The
Game
of
Thrones
Sold
that
home,
sold
that
whip,
sold
out
shows,
sold
out
venues
I
got
goons
that
gon'
get
you,
walking
around
with
that
pistol
How
they
gon'
fuck
with
me,
out
here
in
the
car
seat
Gon'
'head
chase
that
dream,
while
I
leave
you
like
me
Half
bae
She
half
straight
and
she
half
gay
Don't
ask
me
You
full
lame
and
you're
half
paid
Half
real,
half
fake
No
not
me
Pull
up
right
nowI'm
already
there
half
way
Probation,
put
your
hoe
in
rotation
And
I
let
her
rape
me
Put
her
on
baecation
Half
naked
Got
the
phone
vibrating
They
get
a
situation
Spray
the
location
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1 Outro
2 Buku
3 Leatherface
4 Half Bae (feat. Pouya)
5 Wit
6 Chainswang
7 Pressure
8 Pink Pu**y
9 F***Umean (feat. Indigochildrick)
10 2phoneshawty
11 3D
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