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2rare – bankrolls lyrics

[chorus: 2rare]
big frost, big frost, talkin’ hundreds, babe
i ain’t trippin’ over you
my money thicker than that toilet paper (d+mn, lil’ fckbwoy! man, you know that i be k!llin’ sh+t)
just to sh+t on you

[verse 1: sha ek]
i hit billboard, i was just sinnin’
i brought the gun in the church
most of these n+ggas mad that i’m on top
they rather see me in the dirt
sometimes i don’t even feel like i’m famous
i gotta keep puttin’ work
all of my n+ggas got locked
baby, i gotta ride wit’ my knocks
how the f+ck you gon’ tell me to stop?
put my gun down and i’ma get put in a box
and it’s crazy ’cause n+ggas be scared to link up ’cause they say i got too many opps
b+tches be f+ckin’
no, you cannot get in the v if you not tryna tote on the chop
i went to war wit’ some n+ggas
that didn’t do sh+t when they talkеd on my block
n+ggas be tellin’ me somthin’ thеy not
in the streets everybody knew my bop (bow)
b+tches be textin’ my b+tch
had to tell her, “they just tryna take your spot”
and y’all n+ggas not gettin’ money
the n+ggas that diss me is dirty and popped
rare my brother
you try to touch him when he in new york?
we gon’ let it flock (grrah)
[verse 2: 2rare]
we on the same sh+t, when you couldn’t feel it?
catch bald head, tryna shave like gillie
don’t want no smoke, leave that sh+t to the chimneys
leave a n+gga eye so puffy, like diddy
middle fingers up, y’all not f+ckin’ wit’ me
i could have been like bobby
you could have been like witney
i got coka, that n+gga, but you know i get rid of you
i ain’t 30, but n+ggas got like 29
you know we do
you the type to make it wiggle like a missin’ tooth
he clutchin’? watch bro go and get him, n+gga better shoot
can’t be my lil’ sweetie, she ain’t my type
this b+tch just tried to make me wait like a long line
i’ma k!ll it just like nick, i might wild out
n+gga, you far off
first name jake, last name paul, paul

[chorus: 2rare]
big frost, big frost, talkin’ hundreds, babe
i ain’t trippin’ over you
my money thicker than that toilet paper
just to sh+t on you

big frost, big frost, talkin’ hundreds, babe
i ain’t trippin’ over you, oh
my money thicker than that toilet paper
just to sh+t on you (d+mn, lil’ fckbwoy! man, you know that i be k!llin’ sh+t)
[outro: 2rare]
lil’ b+tch, hold on
hold on
lil’ b+tch, hold on
told that lil’ b+tch, “hold on”
‘wassup
‘wassup
‘wassup

- 2rare lyrics

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