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samara cyn - mftb lyrics

[intro]
twenties, we’re in the roaring twenties
uh, the emotional twenties ’cause everybody wanna be in they f+ckin’ feelings
so yeah
yeah, talk your sh+t, honey
don’t, don’t listen to these motherf+ckers

[verse 1]
tell ’em wake up, i’m neo
add me to the wave like mio
no, i’m not wifey, n+ggas can’t keep me
i don’t play the two, that sh+t beneath me
b+tch, i’m a king
’cause f+ck bein’ queen, i got b+tches that do that
f+ck bein’ patient
thеy say it’s my cell phone or maybe my funds low
or maybе i’m just that motherf+cking cutthroat
cause everything urgent
i can’t even rest without bein’ perfect
movin’, i’m missy, lil’ buddy, let’s work it
at this point, the labels themselves gon’ be twerkin’
at this point, i might as well kiss goodbye workin’
to what a gatekeeper when i’m ridin’ in the tank?
eatin’ through the top floor while you sh+ttin’ on your break
with my real fine southern n+gga cuttin’ up the bass
hangin’ out the window, inhale
[chorus]
screamin’, “motherf+ck the bank, n+gga”
screamin’, “motherf+ck the bank, n+gga”
screamin’, “motherf+ck the bank, n+gga”
screamin’, “motherf+ck the—” (ayy)
screamin’, “motherf+ck the bank, n+gga”
screamin’, “motherf+ck the bank, n+gga”
screamin’, “motherf+ck the bank, n+gga”
screamin’, “motherf+ck the bank, n+gga”
screamin’, “motherf+ck the bank, n+gga”
screamin’, “motherf+ck the bank, n+gga”
screamin’, “motherf+ck the—” (ayy)
screamin’, “motherf+ck the bank, n+gga”
screamin’, “motherf+ck the bank, n+gga”
screamin’, “motherf+ck the bank, n+gga” (where the f+ck is you goin’?)

[verse 2]
heart+to+hearts to right my wrongs
and bear the bones of past, present just to drive me home
i made paper from pen, i walked it true
for sin repent, forgave every n+gga did me wrong
give grace for black boy, came from broken homes
hold the world, it’s amazing how he hold his own
so i hold mine too and daddy’s too
and hold my tongue on how my sister raisin’ my nephew
because you is you and i is me
and even if we don’t agree, still hold my peace
but me and mines, we cut from the same godd+mn seams
he hold his piece, don’t touch his nerves, don’t f+ck with me
got too much gut from all that beef
keep it tucked for any motherf+cker feel testy
a star was born, he gave his life
and if it’s tried, he c+ck that back in one, two, three

- samara cyn lyrics

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