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Black Wall Street Lyrics - Artist : Killumantii
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Baby, I don't vent 'Cause that's how your words get bent And that's how rumors get sent And that's how yo' block get spent For a hundred and some change, I'ma keep throwing change 'til it change So make it make sense Niggas ain't never seeing this Niggas ain't never seen who? Baby getting loose Buying everything by the twos 'Cause nigga that's just what I do Either I'ma see you at the top or from the top Quick to catch a fade like I'm at the barbershop I'm a icon like what's on your desktop Working nonstop, how could I flop? If you don't mean, will you sit and shut the fuck up? Man, I hate hoes who be acting stuck up So bitch don't get fucked up for tryna act too tough Man I don't fuck with these niggas like Ku Klux If you wasn't so intimidated, maybe you could learn from me Maybe cop a jar, let you work, come and earn from me How the fuck you hatin' on me, but ain't never heard of me? Get you gone in two-point-three, that's the nerd in me Name a bitch that's better than Kill, that got skill? I'll wait Okay, back to the heat, bitches know they can't compete I'm fire, I'm really paid like Black Wall Street Niggas ain't real and all hoes play a role How you live a double life and broke in both? Talk about who you hang around, he broke the code I heard that you a player, how you doing on the coach? Told her show her face like a Zoom meeting Say you getting money, lil' nigga, who is you kidding? Nah, for real though Bitches love to screw, we ain't the same, man, I know 'Cause I make money and y'all hoes don't, oh Last year, bitch, I almost four-hundred K And I ain't have to work not one damn day So imagine when I pick shit up and press play I don't wanna hear what other bitches gotta say Big Kill do big shit, fast When I drop your shit get pushed back Niggas ain't really on nothin' for real Bitches counterfeit, if it ain't Kill, it ain't real If you wasn't so intimidated, maybe you could learn from me Maybe cop a jar, let you work, come and earn from me How the fuck you hatin' on me, but ain't never heard of me? Get you gone in two-point-three, that's the nerd in me Name a bitch that's better than Kill, that got skill? I'll wait Okay, back to the heat, bitches know they can't compete I'm fire, I'm really paid like Black Wall Street If you wasn't so intimidated, maybe you could learn from me Maybe cop a jar, let you work, come and earn from me How the fuck you hatin' on me, but ain't never heard of me? Get you gone in two-point-three, that's the nerd in me Name a bitch that's better than Kill, that got skill? I'll wait Okay, back to the heat, bitches know they can't compete I'm fire, I'm really paid like Black Wall Street |
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