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Marc Papers - Rob The Bank Lyrics



Marc Papers - Rob The Bank Lyrics




[ Featuring Lil' MP ]

Im in my prime Rasheed Wallace
These niggas wishing I been a piston
Collect Dead Pres word to Lonnie Liston

I'm on a mission you need permission
I'm a ghost cuz you can't see me no superstition

Wow

I pull that fast car something like a nascar
While you lames stuck at the bar gettin overdraft charge
I'm a beast I'm a dog
Call me Reptar
I'm nice ain't no gas like a brand new Tesla

Pull up to the bank with a 100 stacks ma
Wit a money sack screamin I'm back yall

My time is now feeling like a hunnit now
I'm scoring 6 end zone run it down
Top 5 chief you could call me Preist Holmes
And my records hot cuz they really reach phones

Trade stocks buy blocks
Rob the bank
Hall of fame im a rank ain't no prank
You gotta pay me to drop names and sip ya drank
Roll that spliff for the daily burn its fill wit dank
Woah

Hook

Yeah it's Marc Pape yeah you never met another
Pull up wit the toast leave u spread for that butter
The outfit is drippy and it's looking like a splash
Got the cops in the rear view
Im a push the dash
Power bomb you lames you could call me Kevin Nash
Robbery divorce cuz I'm emptying the cash chea

Traumatized as youth got heart cold
Running for the green like I got a snot nose

Hostages freeze putting kids on they knees
And I better not
Hear you talk cough or sneeze

2mill in the bag tires hitting the speed
We had to let u bleed the price for the G's

Woah

For the money thank the teller
Pull off in the cMG im a match the letters
Birthday the worse day now we doing better
Big cold chain on my fear of god sweater

Go to the bank and rob it (rob the bank)
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English

Im in my prime Rasheed Wallace
These niggas wishing I been a piston
Collect Dead Pres word to Lonnie Liston

I'm on a mission you need permission
I'm a ghost cuz you can't see me no superstition

Wow

I pull that fast car something like a nascar
While you lames stuck at the bar gettin overdraft charge
I'm a beast I'm a dog
Call me Reptar
I'm nice ain't no gas like a brand new Tesla

Pull up to the bank with a 100 stacks ma
Wit a money sack screamin I'm back yall

My time is now feeling like a hunnit now
I'm scoring 6 end zone run it down
Top 5 chief you could call me Preist Holmes
And my records hot cuz they really reach phones

Trade stocks buy blocks
Rob the bank
Hall of fame im a rank ain't no prank
You gotta pay me to drop names and sip ya drank
Roll that spliff for the daily burn its fill wit dank
Woah

Hook

Yeah it's Marc Pape yeah you never met another
Pull up wit the toast leave u spread for that butter
The outfit is drippy and it's looking like a splash
Got the cops in the rear view
Im a push the dash
Power bomb you lames you could call me Kevin Nash
Robbery divorce cuz I'm emptying the cash chea

Traumatized as youth got heart cold
Running for the green like I got a snot nose

Hostages freeze putting kids on they knees
And I better not
Hear you talk cough or sneeze

2mill in the bag tires hitting the speed
We had to let u bleed the price for the G's

Woah

For the money thank the teller
Pull off in the cMG im a match the letters
Birthday the worse day now we doing better
Big cold chain on my fear of god sweater

Go to the bank and rob it (rob the bank)
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Performed By: Marc Papers
Featuring: Lil' MP
Language: English
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