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allstar jr & icewear vezzo - signed to the bank lyrics

[intro]
(flexin’ on that b+tch, hold up)
(welcome to get a bag records)
(let’s get a bag)

[verse: allstar jr & icewear vezzo]
new ap every time i reach a new accomplishment, ayy
i buy chanel for hoes that i ain’t even bondin’ with, ayy
you want this chicken straight, it’s extra, i do condiments, ayy
i done moved, so f+ck sh+t, i can’t even find where i stay
forty odds on cullians, i barely dried a b+tch, ayy
so much motherf+ckin’ pape’, look like i’m signed to the bank
plain rollie cost a forty, rover ridin’ with drac’
yeah, the spots sit on the corner, twenty+five for thе eight
you know i’m down for whatever, pounds, i got sеveral
blues for the rednecks and brown for whoever
ounces of the meth, break it down, then get extra
it’s a war on drugs for them turnarounds, i need a medal
yeah, turn the triggers up, i’m out of town with the steppers
bust the presi’ down, boogers dialed in the bezzal
got a plug in gardena, hundred pounds of the pressure
got some diggers down in cleveland, out of town with the shovel
i don’t get it, various n+ggas be embarrassin’ to me
know some n+ggas really snipers, they like terrorists on the east
i be feelin’ like i’m married to the streets, up the road
when i dug in my pocket like the mayor of the d
these n+ggas p+ssy like these hoes, three hundred on new ghosts
half a cookie on the stove, i’m in tucci’s with the pole
quarter ticket on me, slap a b+tch with a lil’ roll
yellow patek come from gary, flood the richard up with stones
tote a 580 on fours, we on i+80 with ‘bows
you’ll get a new mercedes, you do five days with this phone
yeah, walk around with heavy sh+t like 980 and pros
send the small sh+t out of town, i like to buy weight when i’m home
uh, dweller big as h+ll, wrist feelin’ weird, n+gga
i like to ride alone for real, so i can hear siri
your b+tch ain’t gettin’ cracked ’cause i don’t do no meds, n+gga
get too aggressive and your brains on her skims, n+gga
pour a pint up when i drive, i can’t steer, n+gga
gold rollie on my wrist, look like beer, n+gga
really up some sh+t for real, twenty m’s, really
barely drive the cybertruck, it got a weird engine
[outro: allstar jr & icewear vezzo]
dweller big as h+ll, wrist feelin’ weird, n+gga
gold rollie on my wrist, look like beer, n+gga

- allstar jr icewear vezzo lyrics

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