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weakenedartist - money in the bank. lyrics

(verse)
i got my glock in the club, i was strapped like a g+y b+tch
hey b+tch, i’m not the type of n+gga to be played with
new year, same me, my n+gga, i ain’t changing
n+ggas really testing me my n+gga, i ain’t playing
i got my money in the bank
f+ck n+gga what’s your rank
strippers, in the f+cking club, i’ma let that money rain
i be rubbin’ off the paint
got my n+ggas smokin’ dank
if you try to press my n+ggas, i’ma let that 30 bang
i got my money in the bank
f+ck n+gga what’s your rank
strippers, in the f+cking club, i’ma let that money rain
i be rubbin’ off the paint
got my n+ggas smokin’ dank
if you try to press my n+ggas, i’ma let that 30 bang

(verse 2)
ya mans got shot but you ain’t spin back
get back, all you f+cking do is talk that chit chat
if you go against me, my n+gga, that’s a mismatch
glock 19, with the motherf+ckin’ clip attached
bang, bang, bang, bang that’s how i shoot n+ggas
if a n+gga want a problem, i’ma get the tool n+gga
weakened in this b+tch, what the f+ck you gonna do n+gga?
say some sh+t to my face, you gon’ lose your tooth n+gga
i been doing music, for like 6 years
i be ballin like i’m f+ckin’ playing with the cavaliers
keep talkin’ sh+t, i’ma whisper in your b+tch ears
i think i just k!lled this track, b+tch cheers

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