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bankroll mafia - wcw lyrics

[hook: mpa duke]
smokin’, kickin’ sh-t, f-ckin’ b-tches with my n-ggas
got a hundred, whole round, b-tch you cannot take no pictures
magazine in the 30 round, you gon’ get your issue
don’t come around me, when n-gga’s pop, i don’t got no feelings
i f-cked your wcw
and i swear i don’t love her
f-cked her on top of the covers
know i had to use a rubber
diamonds on me and they’re custom
soon as we spot ’em we rush ’em
i got more rhymes than busta
i had the grind, had the hustle
now i got muscle

[verse 1: mpa duke]
thugger, he poured up a four, i said gimme a shot
came from the bottom, went straight to the top
went through the struggle, i came from the block
now i’m on top, a young n-gga got guap
i’ma keep goin’ and i’m never gon’ stop
rockin’ the stage and we sellin’ ’em out
we out the street, how the f-ck we gon’ fly?
book you a show, it gon’ cost a whole block
caught tryna rob and you’re gonna get popped
know you heard ’bout me sendin’ them shots
these n-ggas, they hatin’, they watch and they plot
got mine out the mud and it came out the pot
flyin’ on in, i don’t f-ck with no thots
don’t have to show ’em cause they know what we got
this is our year, you know we on fire
ysl sh-t, b-tch you know what we ’bout

[verse 2: young thug]
if you play, i’ma bust ’em
and my diamonds so brazy
they go crazy, they’re custom
i’ma stay big like a buzzer
put that check on your head like a muslim
f-ck her real good like i love her
f-ck her real good like no other
tee top ridin’ in a drop, n-gga stop, shop
aks fillin’ up the spots, n-gga, black ops
serve a lot, mothaf-ck the cops, n-gga what you got?
red beams cover your whole body like the chicken pox
i’ma make her ride inside my ride
she my main b-tch? oh yeah she lied, she my side
and i got more karats than a bunny, clyde
no transmission, b-tch, i’m never slippin’, slide
you dig that?

[bridge: shad da god]
cut
trappin’ out the dresser
had them hoes in the suv and sprinter bus
b-tch say that they got in on a perc then we can’t touch her
god pop that a3333 ‘fore i bust her
when i slang that mothaf-cka
cut

[verse 3: t.i.]
remember me from that trap sh-t?
when i was knee high with a 3-5
expensive denim and exotic leather
n-gga i ain’t ever wore levi
one hunnid, we solid
real n-gga forever, gon’ be there regardless
you don’t ever break the code, n-gga
and never go against your partner for no ho, that’s some f-ck sh-t
they were teachin’ pimpin’, now we’re masterin’ the subject
they say the early bird get it, f-ck who ain’t up yet
f-ck is you mean? f-ck n-gga you lookin’ for me?
i be

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