paroles de chanson It Wasnt Me - Robb Bank$

Fuck with me, tell em niggas stop fuckin'
Cloverfield hope you run out of luck with me
I'm at the void feed them models with Xans
Keep that shit low I ain't tell em (?)
I done had sex scandals in the press
I heard your mixtape, it was sweat
All of your chains look like fucking scraps
I was in Rollin Loud with the stra
But it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me
Hit 35, I'm for the P
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
I can get 35 for the P

Right over left for my stone
Puppet nigga hands full
These niggas hatin cause they poor
Might get em booked for a show
Marsha heart still broke, seen that cutie up close
Hoe you work at whole foods on the low
Bet that pussy still got GMO
Boy we never was broke, for that we did that song
And no pressure lil nigga, no respect for you doe
Boy i'm stoned to the bone, never once wifed a hoe
Ashley couldn't get me, so she went got a clone
I been waitin all summer been bitin my tongue
Lit these niggas, Haunter fresh out the bong
Head to sleep to and blew up on my phones
Dei-dara on these clones

But it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me
Hit 35, I'm for the P
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
I can get 35 for the P

Bastic, whattup, get yo ass kicked
Walked inside the door, shawty caught me red handed
I take molly, I get spastic, percocet like asprin
Pussy actin hard I give him everything he askin (Bitch)

How you let Shaggy son rip you?
How you let Shaggy son get you?
You let Shaggy son get the pistol
Shaggy son tired of the bitchin
Shaggy son went to far in women
Shaggy son just might run up and hit you
Shaggy son couldn't fuck with you niggas
Shaggy son was the one didn't I tell you
Nigga I chopped the top, go outta space, I smoke to the face
Broke show, can't get a taste, when i look at you i see the hate
Put you in yo place, I finally came out the plate
Boy I put a pistol to ya face
Nigga i'm dank swear that I feel like 10k
And i'm feelin like 09' Wayne, bet you feel like SGP

But it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me
Hit 35, I'm for the P
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
I can get 35 for the P

Bastic, whattup, get yo ass kicked
Walked inside the door, shawty caught me red handed
I take molly, I get spastic, percocet like asprin
Pussy actin hard I give him everything he askin (Bitch)