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yamine - bankroll lyrics

(hook: yfn lucci)
i keep a big ole bankroll on me it can’t fold
i got some shooters in an uber trained to go
i got some fishscale jumpin out the pole
i’m [?] deep off the trap i’m serving blow
and i be fresh as h-ll and clean from head to toe
stop all that pocket watching better watch yo hoe
yeah ain’t no trippin [?] there fo show
these ain’t release sh-t they not in the store

(verse 1: yfn lucci)
yo i’m cleaning hair like dish detergent
sp-ce cadette like [?] said
bad b-tch give me rooster nail
i’m in love with that chicken head
pound cake i need thicker bread no blue cheese
money talk like jackie chan, i kick a brick like bruce lee
my blood’s bigger than 2 bs
[?] on my flow seat
and yo flow like somedays
that sh-t is so weak
i shine hard like gold teeth
name another young n-gg- better
i go hard like constipation
you die real get your sh-t together
me and money go sit together
fine b-tch i’m a dime sn-tcher
i’d rob you to get my quarter back
tryna get a sack like a linebacker
i just took a n-gg- girlfriend
me and her have a ton of fun
i nut in her eyeball so she can see where i’m coming from
yeah, bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
all these racks on me they can’t fold
these new addition you can’t find these in the stores
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(hook: yfn lucci)
i keep a big ole bankroll on me it can’t fold (it can’t fold)
i got some shooters in an uber trained to go
i got some fishscale jumpin out the pole
i’m [?] deep off the trap i’m serving blow
and i be fresh as h-ll and clean from head to toe
stop all that pocket watching better watch yo hoe
yeah ain’t no trippin [?] there fo show
these ain’t release sh-t they not in the store

(verse 2: yamine)
all these f-ck n-gg-s always talk about my raps (they do)
all these f-ck n-gg-s always talkin all that smack (so true)
till they lay a verse then ya’ll know it’s all wraps (wack)
mines all official, while yours soundcloud trash (facts)
i walk by with a big ruger
i give ya dreams like freddy kruger (yeah bro)
i took yo b-tch man she’s a cougar
freaky -ss h-ll a mistress tooler (yeah hoe)
yamine got them toys and i don’t know which to use (don’t know)
an uzi or a glock .45 no it’s cool (yeah)
i ain’t no b-tch i throw straight hands
if a n-gg- run up he end up dead
better watch yo mouth my streets is fed
they’d come for yo -ss so fast i got the bread
n-gg-s straight trippin
false-claim tricked crippin
he a d-mn lie ain’t n-body in his kitchen
i’m 5 star blood gang straight drippin
if you f-cking with me man them bullets will start rippin (hoe)

(interlude: yamine)
p-ssy -ss n-gg-s, ya’ll don’t know sh-t b-tch -ss n-gg-, f-ck n-gg-!

- yamine lyrics

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