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letra de missed call - bankroll reese

[intro: babytron]
you stupid-ass lil’ boy
aye, stupid-ass lil’ boy, huh
what up, stan? what up, reese?
aye, aye, aye, aye
sh-ttyboyz

[verse 1: babytron]
rusty-ass boy need wd-40
pockets fat as h-ll like i f-ck with e-40
jumped in the deep end, never seen dory
laying with a cold b-tch drinking [?]
and the piece foreign, visa from the netherlands
this b-tch got the demon head but she heaven-sent
goat dna, b-tch, you can’t question it
heavy-ass triple s, i could press a brick

[verse 2: stanwill]
been a scammer since birth, i’m a shiesty f-ck
you bought ninety pieces and declined off ninety numbers
man, yo b-tch? i’m most likеly f-cking
real sh-ttyboy, me and gang, we ridе with plungers
that mean we got sticks around
360 on a b-tch, i done spint around
if it’s up, bro’ll make a opp hit the ground
she gon’ go poof if you bring yo b-tch around
[verse 3: bankroll reese]
i could make hits, take hits, or i could do both
i just got a chop, the clip longer than my new bow
just had yo b-tch in her feelings, did her too bold
if it’s really beef, i grab the heat like it’s too cold
aye, now they finna say i came heat
i watched everybody ’round me change but i’m the same me
n-ggas tried to knock me off my pivot, i ain’t changed feet
old hoes get the dang face with the gang three

[verse 4: babytron]
good punch turned my closet into foot locker
ran the check the f-ck up, i’m a jugg doctor
ran the check the f-ck up, i need a foot doctor
you ain’t aiming for my head, you a foot popper

[verse 5: stanwill]
smackdown punch work, i came scotty 2 hotty
big drip, boy, yo b-tch sick i came tsunami
drifted on ’em out, turn a scat to a ducati
caught him skywalking at the set and knock the luke out him

[verse 6: bankroll reese]
with the sh-ttyboyz, cutting up like the ninja turtles
i be really dripping off-white but my denim purple
and my cup full of crushed ice but i’m sipping purple
they ain’t feel the pressure last year, b-tch, i’m finna hurdle
[verse 7: babytron]
got kicked out of church ’cause i scammed my reverend
if i hit him with that, he gon’ land in heaven
jay ale’s now, it used to be anorexic
shout-out fedex, i got apple jacks for breakfast

[verse 8: stanwill]
wouldn’t put a ring on a b-tch if she was neptune
b-tch said she wasn’t throwing neck so i left room
louis checkers wrapped around my waist, making chess moves
crack him up with the chop, i brought [?]

[verse 9: bankroll reese]
aye, but ain’t sh-t funny
you ain’t throwing neck? b-tch, you ain’t got sh-t for me
they like, “what’s that hanging out that b-tch?”, that’s the clip, dummy
and i’m steady leaning off the juice like a sick mummy

[verse 10: babytron]
throw a jab? f-ck around and get yo ass k!lled
the gang speed cranked up, you can’t pass this
i’m a ksubi rocker, love how the pants fit
jam d-ck in yo b-tch then i jam chips

[verse 11: stanwill]
if it’s pape on the floor, i’ma lay down
more slides, ot, than a playground
i’ll bust him if i catch him on a greyhound
we on ten with him if we catch him up on 8 mile
[verse 12: bankroll reese]
n-ggas tapping in for the sauce, this sh-t a1
i could pass it off or shoot the pill like i’m trae young
never folded sh-t, tatted on me since day one
b-tch called my phone talking crazy, had to hang up

- bankroll reese

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