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letra de m.o.b - bankroll fresh

[produced by d rich]

[verse 1]
it’s from my heart and my soul
they say my heart’s full of gold
i’ma brush shoulders with hov
came to take over control
i’ma make sure that they know
a n-gga banned if he old
and i ain’t playing with no ho
i wrap my hand ‘round her throat
these n-ggas playin’ so they broke
you know your man he the foe
you got subpoenaed, the c0ke
and f-ck payin’ the p.o
these n-ggas playing with the dope
i razor blade ‘til it broke
i spread the shake off the floor
these n-ggas think it’s a joke
you better think like you know
i got the k with the scope
i’m sippin’ drank with the smoke
i’m dripping paint with the spokes
i’m top rank, so salute
versace frame with the boot
i spent the bands on the loot
i got a ten with me too
cartier lens and they new
my pockets fat as rasputia
i can’t put no trust in hoes
i put my trust in my ruger
i can’t put no trust in these n-ggas
cause these n-ggas’ll fool ya
you n-ggas glorifying who got shot
we respectin’ the shooter
the block hot, all the [?] hoes out
i’m on the apartment step until the bomb sold out

[hook]
this sh-t for the real n-ggas ‘round the globe
this sh-t here for real n-ggas down the road
money over b-tches, sticking to the code
i heard these b-tches hatin’, tell ‘em f-ck them hoes
all these n-ggas ‘round my hood sell dope
better keep your falcon, anything goes
paint my sh-t candy , rims tripple gold
i heard these b-tches hatin’, tell ‘em f-ck them hoes

[verse 2]
never started out going to school with get ins
used to come home, see ken ‘nem getting it in
remember came home, i seen a million on the floor
remember coming home, i used to see them bricks of dope
young n-gga going hard, fresher than your folks
better tell your mama ‘nem go get you some new clothes
better tell your mama ‘nem you want some new girbauds
my uncle smoking dope, my other cousin out here throwed
i was a young n-gga tryna get it off the surface
mama ‘nem was working hard, daddy was getting nervous
didn’t have no hoop dreams, and d-mn sure wasn’t gon’ join the service
f-ck a 9 to 5, the way it pay, that sh-t wasn’t working

[hook]
this sh-t for the real n-ggas ‘round the globe
this sh-t here for real n-ggas down the road
money over b-tches, sticking to the code
i heard these b-tches hatin’, tell ‘em f-ck them hoes
all these n-ggas ‘round my hood sell dope
better keep your falcon, anything goes
bang my sh-t [?] the real tripper go
i heard these b-tches hatin’, tell ‘em f-ck them hoes

- bankroll fresh

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