"Redefine (6 Missed Calls)" lyrics

"Redefine (6 Missed Calls)"

I'm from Woodside Road, lil' bitch
Right there by the store, lil' bitch
Aye, aye

Breakin the back of Ivanka Trump, I'm on my oval office shit
Big body double R finna pull up, and I'm finna double park that bitch
That's yo' lil' bastard son? Be a man and raise him then
Fuck yo' lil' fort, lil' nigga, I'm just tryna fuck Yvette
You must that this shit pussy, why you steady grinnin' then?
He a real livewire, but I'm dead serious
2PhoneShawty, 16 androids on me, sell you all of them
Big Glock 17 with 18 bullets, now them bitches twins, ooh

Yeah, I see my reflection and give it a kiss, yeah, come on
Talk to myself, I don't need no friends, yeah, yeah, come on
Stand in the mirror while I fuck on yo' bitch, yeah yeah, come on
I can see why you a little obsessed, yeah, come on
Yeah, yeah, come on, yeah, yeah, come on, yeah
I look way too good to be fuckin' with you, bitch, hold on
I'm like, yeah, yeah, come on, yeah, yeah, come on, yeah
This my redefinition, know I'm finer than my bitch

[?], how I run it up on niggas while I step
I'm a star, you can see the view from all the way up here
You my son, ain't no Goku in you nigga, just Videl
My name Robb, ain't no other meaning, run me all that shit
Open palm, fire finger gentle fist, I took it all
Keep yo' hands out yo' pockets when you see me, lil' dawg
I went deep blue sea in a Crip bitch from New York
Gave a perc 10 to my bitch, on [?] and I ain't pull out
I'm the only nigga quenching thirst whenever we in a drought
I mix anything with syrup, so baby squirt and we could talk
I know 3 ways this could go, on the bed, on the floor or on top
I done cut my haters pay, know they hate they fuckin' job, come on

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Come on)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Come on)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Come on)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Come on)

Yeah, I see my reflection and give it a kiss, yeah, come on
Talk to myself, I don't need no friends, yeah, yeah, come on
Stand in the mirror while I fuck on yo' bitch, yeah yeah, come on
I can see why you a little obsessed, yeah, come on
Yeah, yeah, come on, yeah, yeah, come on, yeah
I look way too good to be fuckin' with you, bitch, hold on
I'm like, yeah, yeah, come on, yeah, yeah, come on, yeah
This my redefinition, know I'm finer than my bitch (Mwah)


EP: "I Don't Text Back, I Don't Call" (2023)
Robb Bank$ - I Don't Text Back, I Don't Call EP cover
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