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letra de like that - billionaire black

[chorus: billionaire black]
i got a big bankroll, that’s why i walk like that, yeah
b-tch, i’m off the drank, that’s why i talk like that
i mixed the gucci with the louis, why i sauce like that, woah
ya b-tch just hit my line, said, “i’ma call right back”
i said a n-gga pull up on me, push his top right back, yeah
left the b-tch on seen, i ain’t even write back
i said i sh-tted on his team, they ain’t even like that
look, thirty with a beam, i bet he can’t fight that, ugh

[verse 1: billionaire black]
i said i’m smokin’ on gelato, why i cough that
look, your b-tch love the drip, say why i “sauce like that”?
yeah, the b-tch ain’t got no phone, facetime her ipad
look, four pockets full, lookin’ like some thighpads
and you know i got it on me, make me reach in my bag
look, n-ggas clout chasin’, swear they reachin’, that’s sad
and your b-tch, she love my drawers, designer briefs when i sag
[?] outrageous drip, these b-tches eatin’ up the swag
you know we slidin’, steady glidin’, we in traffic with macs
foe ‘nem crackin’ stackings and my n-ggas keep glass
we gon’ run up on his car, we up that b-tch, let it blast
ain’t doin’ no features with no f-ck n-ggas, rob ’em and laugh
[chorus: billionaire black & fbg young]
i got a big bankroll, that’s why i walk like that, yeah
b-tch, i’m off the drank, that’s why i talk like that
i mixed the gucci with the louis, why i sauce like that, woah
ya b-tch just hit my line, said, “i’ma call right back”
i said a n-gga pull up on me, push his top right back, yeah
left the b-tch on seen, i ain’t even write back
i said i sh-tted on his team, they ain’t even like that (godumb, huh)
look, thirty with a beam, i bet he can’t fight that, ugh (uh-yea)

[verse 2: fbg young]
ayy, ayy, ugh, b-tch, i’m off two beans, now i think i’m rambo, ayy
b-tch, i got the juice like a deuce in faygos, ayy
pockets got all hundreds like i kidnapped quavo
and my shooters, they gon’ shoot, i ain’t gotta say so, ayy
tote that f-ckin’ thirty, that’s why i walk like that
’cause you n-ggas know i don’t really walk like that
and we shoot first, ain’t no chance to blow right back
’cause if we line ya up, ambulance truck, it’s a bodybag
close-range, face shot, got blood on my dolce’s
paid a thousand for my sneakers, treat ’em like they throwaways
i just did two features, then hit saks and blow away
i’m savin’ up for a rollie, iced-out face

- billionaire black

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