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Bankroll Lyrics - Artist : $teven Cannon
Seen a big bankroll from a mile away
I could move a couple pounds in any way I could fuck your bitch, now or any day And if a nigga tried to kill me, they'll find me paid I like going to the mall, shop at gun stores See the barrel on my shotty, I don't run toys I should have a class for you dumb boys Got a ski mask at home, nigga, Bon Jovi Cheffing it up with the brick stove, spilled baking soda on the counter I don't do coke, but I'll do a xan 'cause I ain't no debby downer That lil' nigga talk big shit Your main bitch, I got dick with Got a double barrel with a vice grip Got a nice crib for some fitness Water whipping 'til I'm in a Lexus Squeeze the clip like I'm ambidextrous Lotta guns, I don't need protection I don't need a rope, I could pull the weapon Whip the pots like I teach a lesson Walk the block like a new pedestrian Fuck recording, I don't need a session I'm real period, don't ask no questions She gotta know, I got the dough Baking soda full of snow I be working be the store They don't know what I be on I be juggin' with the pack Gotta paint the windows black Car purr just like a cat They don't know where I be at Fucking got my 30 clip Bullets make him do a backflip Infrared, it got the beam Bodies floating down the stream Water whipping, this is ghetto science The paint on the Caddy, that nigga blinded [?] Open your mouth and it smelling like dick All my niggas really smoking Playboy, what the fuck you holding? Give me what's inside your pocket And I take that fucking Rolly Jag moving down the way Fuck a speed limit, I'm tryna get paid Ain't no nigga down to fade 'Cause I'm stealing this bitch and she cannot be saved Hello? Who the fuck is calling my phone? "Bruh, I'm tryna buy a pack!" Bruh, gon' get your ass gone I don't be fucking with opps Boy don't you play with my shit $teve Cannon and Ramirez Better hide your main bitch, God damn |
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