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adam oh - big bank lyrics

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[verse 1]
you be chillin’ with some broke boys, ed, ed & eddy
i be chillin’ with some dead men, ben, ben, & benji (cha-ching)
know my flow so deadly, bare with me like a teddy, you want beef, dinner’s ready, come & get it like spaghetti

dishing out these bars like a soap dispensary
and i be cuttin’ all the fakes, i know a friend of me from an enemy
all up in the water like an anenome, chef curry with the 30 don’t worry i got the recipe

swear these others rappers could try but won’t get the best of me
cause i’m the only one who knows how to do it successfully
i swear these b-tches itchin’ for my seed no sesame cause when they come around me they start acting suggestively

like 1, 2, 3, 4
how many bad b-tches at my door?
i’m the big bad wolf, need a real bad b-tch, who riding?
come & hop up on my big bad (woah)

[hook (x2)]
big bank
wrist watch
count up
b-tch watch

too wet, dripping like i need a new sink
imma do me
f-ck what you think

[verse 2]
imma do me
f-ck what you think (b-tch)
i be swerving on the highway i’m in 2 lanes (skrt skrt)
shouts cardi, making moves you know i do things
7-minute mile still run it up like i’m usain (d-mn)

b-tch i’m drippin like gravy
b-tch named sadie, she ride like a mercedes
get wetter than the navy, i’m so wavy
i just took your b-tch and made her my fair lady (hol’ up)

if peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers why these b-tches pick to peck me til’ i pipe ’em in a sweater?
so precautious with the flow, pick ya poison i deliver
i’m the sh-t worldwide but i ain’t sittin on the sh-tter nah
(where i’m at?)

3 b-tches on me, all fine
cause i ran it up in, (uh) 6 seconds like a vine
make a hit once, then i do it a few times
think i’m spitting now, but i ain’t even in my prime

i’m in chi town, i be dressing but i never could be tied down
you won’t ever catch me slipping like a nightgown
meek milly on her imma knock her lights out
ride a flow leave ya head spinning right round

i be chillin’ in the crib with a thick b-tch
bad, she bad, she wanna l!ck it like it’s licorice
first i teach her a few things, then she dismissed
cause these b-tches switch up faster than a stick-shift (woah)

[hook (x2)]
big bank
wrist watch
count up
b-tch watch

too wet, dripping like i need a new sink
imma do me
f-ck what you think

- adam oh lyrics

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