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corfuckinlo - bank account lyrics

gang!
(lil bobby rock)
(lil hobby rock)

[verse 1:]
i don’t give a f-ck bout you n-gg-s
i really don’t f-ck with you n-gg-s
same b-tches that they swear they love you
man, they be f-cking yo n-gg-s
i’m down in the rubble n-gg-
you b-tch tryna cuddle n-gg-
projects really raised me, i’m from the jungle, n-gg- (400, 400, 400)
its too many n-gg-s out here saying they gettin’ cake
its extortion, so i’m taking food off these n-gg-s plates
i got view of the city, n-gg- i ain’t talking drake
i’mma pull up in that h-llcat, n-gg- with the f-cking skates
ever since i can remember i’ve been out here flipping work
as the 31 raised me, i’m coming from the dirt (400)
man i used to only smoke the gas, i f-cking with the perks
f-cking on your b-tch for hours, godd-mn i’m going berzerk

[pre-interlude]
24 hunnid, for the whole d-mn bag
remember selling mint, finessing with the swag
when i think about that sh-t i just laugh
cause i running through a bag, and i’m counting cash, aye

[interlude]
getting this cash, you know it
i got a 40, i’m blowing
pull up and aim like i’m kobe
shoot with the left like i’m gin-bili
i swear that ya n-gg-s can’t hold me
all a’ ya n-gg-s, i know ya’ll be fontin’
pop me a beam and i’m [?], infrared with a b-tch

[verse 2]
in my bank account
yeah, you know that i’m stacking now
40 with a beam, so you know that i’m spraying now
since my come up, godd-mn, and i feelin’ all this hatred now
f-ck n-gg- tryna me out, i swear i’ll lay you down
ever since i can remember i’ve been getting to the guap (guap)
f-cking with my gang, man i swear i get the glock (gang)
if you come around my hood man, you better not be an opp (no)
i let this whole 30 off, till that clip clop (bow bow bow)
clip drop, n-gg- you can pop
am i safe? we got in the lob, we on f-cking cops (gang)
and ya b-tch, she give me top, she sucking on my c-ck
i’m in the rif, she telling me stop, she can’t beat the c-ck
i’m getting this bread now you know that
flashing on a n-gg- and not sipping kodak
getting this bread and can show that
draco want me, n-gg- now that i’mma blow that
i front you that work that you own that
bank roll, i swear i can’t fold that
i’m out in oakland like bojack
you b-tch on my d-ck and she blow that

[hook]
i got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
n-gg-s ready to let it go
they gon to let it blow
getting that sh-t for the low
you know how we roll
gang up in this sh-t hoe
we getting the bread tho

i got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
n-gg-s ready to let it go
they gon to let it blow
getting that sh-t for the low
you know how we roll
gang up in this sh-t hoe
we getting this bread tho

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