Decoration Lyrics

Robb Banks

Tha City

Lyrics to Decoration
Decoration Video:
Slide through a forest
And the whole damn squad lookin
For a bad bitch to get up on her job
When she on her job then I hit her up on my knob
When a nigger lit the blunt
Then she lost in the fog
Show her the keys now she off to the car
Drinkin out the seal we don't drink out the bar
Pop one pop two now she a pop star
Bad bitch stop pull her over call me a cop car
When you hit a nigger phone
And it don't dropped off
When you hittin up ya heart
Bet she gettin knocked off
You knockin down the door
I'm knockin down y' hoe
This Montana bitch ball like a super bowl
Keep ballin, keep servin
Bite down right now, right now
Bite down, bite down
Bite down, bite down

Prescription say my name on it
Boy that custom
Bullets with yo' name on'em
Boy they're custom
You need some work then I'll make it
For you pussy nigger that custom
Bout the brokest nigger I ever seen
You must be custom made bitch
And all of them niggers that you came with just decoration
Stayin with you but won't move a muscle
Boy they decoration
And I spent a roof on some new Gucci
Boy that just decoration
You leave clothes with new holes my nigger just decoratin

1 0 0 0 tilt the end that I remain
And my bitch look like Tamil
Boy se always try to sing
Discoloration in the codeine
Champagne fuck nigger
And I dress up like Goku
Just made the perfect Cell on niggers
Crack a visa go shopping niggers
Gonna jump and kill me
Take off the mask but a nigger still robbing
Remember when they told me kings rise barefoot?
Wonder how a nigger came back red bottomed
I slide through boys got they hands on they head
High five ghost sneakin get on your job
Watch when I get the work
Even Benson gonna tell me I'm fire
And if an old fan don't like it
Fuck'em nigger leave yeah I changed
Since I stopped putting it on that loose leaf
Made a village off rapping bout Naruto
And pushing hidden leaf
Scrunch the lean like luff reaching for the remote
Turn the camera phone into a seventy
I make a movie bitch
Yeah two phone shorty
Nigger paper backwards like graphic novels
Same niggers on anonymous
Asking when my shit dropping
Got niggers dropping nuggets in the kitchen
Working towards your pension
McFlurry chain I'm cooling
Dropped a little cheese on the pendant
Niggers soundin like single moms
Wanna stay independent
I need a woman with some privileges
That can make me into a man with a Benz
Inside dildo outside that prescription

Prescription say my name on it
Boy that custom
Bullets with yo' name on'em
Boy they're custom
You need some work then I'll make it
For you pussy nigger that custom
Bout the brokest nigger I ever seen
You must be custom made bitch
And all of them niggers that you came with just decoration
Stayin with you but won't move a muscle
Boy they decoration
And I spent a roof on some new Gucci
Boy that just decoration
You leave clothes with new holes my nigger just decoratin
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