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bankroll reese – chilly moe lyrics

[intro: bankroll reese]
aye, clover, what up?
yeah, uh+huh
what up, stan?
yeah
aye, listen, aye

[verse 1: bankroll reese]
yeah, i heard he got some dissing on his mind, let me erase his sh+t
skrrt+skrrt, then i’m racing sh+t
heard he was squealing to the pigs and i eat bacon bits
i’m finna rock the city, g, how should i play this sh+t?
i hit her with the brb and then escape the b+tch
i just took her to the bnb, on some basic sh+t
i just pulled yo wce just on a basic fit
and i don’t know what she see in me but i can’t tame this b+tch
pull up and we dropping all the opps like we got [?]
lights out, close the curtains on ’em
onе thing i know about these hoes, don’t nеver splurge on ’em
i’ma get the head but the body looking perfect on her
aye, wait, b+tch, you better chill out
yo friend ain’t f+ck my brother so i told that b+tch to get out
i’ll light the whole party up, we bring the kit out
we’ll light the whole city up, we bring the sticks out
you can catch me throwing up the east just like some bad food
or catch me on the west tryna make the bag move
b+tch, i ain’t nothing like yo last dude
he was a bum so i wouldn’t even put it past you
i think my ho’s tryna figure out my whereabouts
it’s very lil’ sh+t that i’m gon’ care about
i hit the club and it’s a movie like it’s paramount
i’m nineteen, i’m throwing racks, i got ’em staring now
[verse 2: stanwill]
they should throw me on a farm, i’m a billy goat
tron thrusted up, f+cking hoes off the chilly bowl
yelling sh+ttyboyz, we put the city on
flashing racks on the ‘gram, chilly moe
huh, no cap, on some chill sh+t
all my n+ggas keep tools, they don’t build sh+t
one thing that don’t exist is a real b+tch
think my heart paralyze, i don’t feel sh+t
huh, and if it ain’t credit, i don’t steal sh+t
if i wasn’t sh+ttyboyz, i’ll still sh+t
they tried to throw the curtains up but i’m still lit
old b+tch on my line, she still sick
rocking saint, dodging all the demons after me
punch so many times, i think neimans after me
van gogh did the kicks, these a masterpiece
if the opps slide, they gon’ see a casualty
out the way but in the way, just tryna find a way
on the road out of town, tryna find a play
pulled up in a kitty ‘cat, skrrt+skrrt, ándale
that’s what the choppa say
jugg god, punch goat, b+tch, i’m scamwill
motion detector on the chop, better stand still
upping cheese on the ‘gram? pay yo d+mn bills
even if they hit me with a deal, i’m jugging hams still
[outro: stanwill]
on my mama, i’m still jugging hams if they hit me with a motherf+cking deal, no cap, b+tch
what up, reese?

- bankroll reese lyrics

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