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bankroll fresh - free wop freestyle lyrics

lookin’ like i hit lick b-tches illiterate
i’m shining you ain’t in the sh-t
my neck, my diamond, ears, fist
wrist water, charger spoiler, h-llcat, alright
soon to be a martyr
and my pockets full of guala
[?] can’t even fit in my account
im smokin that sh-t up out the ounce, i got em in i got em out
close the door we sinking in
european blue painted benz gettin up out the sl now meet at the marathon in 10
im on a money mission push start no key ignition
i got em right now n-gg- you know the prices cheaper
im in the streets right now and you was you never found
im in the magic city b-tches throwing that -ss around
and you wasn’t in the streets and you can’t keep g
and everything i got right here these bands right here for free
i ran off on yo cousin and then i catch yo buddy and then i f-ck yo b-tch and then i talk to her sl-tty
one thing about this sh-t bout me n-gg- ion trust these n-gg-s
one thing about me n-gg- bankroll yea yea i bust these n-gg-s
one thing about me yea i stay to myself ion really f-ck with these n-gg-s, ion really f-ck with these n-gg-s, i ain’t come up with these n-gg-s
b-tterfly on my go kart when i was a young n-gg-
now i gotta supercharger on it yea it hum n-gg-
wad a whole 30 bands n-gg- here i come n-gg-
and we couldn’t find you n-gg-s, better find that skrilla
i was f-cking top notch b-tches when i was a 1,000 dollar n-gg-
now in the penthouse n-gg- with a 100,000 with me
you a broke -ss n-gg- with a 100,000 wishes
my bad -ss used to be bad my momma would whoop my -ss with switches
you know my got d-mn kids you they had to gon get it
a lotta these p-ssy -ss n-gg-s in a hating position
a lotta these b-tch -ss n-gg-s dont know you hating from a distance
ima put that scope on a motherf-cker so i won’t miss him
ion want no lobster today b-tch i want some chicken
and while that fat b-tch at it b-tch go eat you some [?]
these n-gg-s slick snitchin, g-ngb-ngin, set tripping
soon as that n-gg- seen that pistol boy he turnt christian
these social network working n-gg-s worst then worst then b-tches
n-gg-s bitin my got d-mn swag aye n-gg- come and let me get it
these n-gg-s falling out bout these hoes, these b-tches ain’t worth a penny
these n-gg- fallout bout b-tches, you a idiot if you f-cking did it
(d-mn i just gave that hoe 2000 bruh) what the f-ck you gettin? all this free p-ssy round this world n-gg- who the f-ck you hittin?
better sweet talk them b-tches, dont pillow talk to b-tches, dont drop salt on n-gg-s that sh-t there ain’t official
we she unzipped the zipper thats when she seent the pickle
i rap about what’s going on to all my new listeners
all my friends dead and gone or they some d-mn prisoners they say family dont write em or dont even come and vist em

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