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letra de break ya bank - heebzstreet

[intro]
got my warmup in.. the money, f-ck what you say life is all about the money
all about the money, uh
dolla dolla bills life is all about the money
f-ck what you say life is all about the money
i’m a good guy but i’ll k!ll you for the money
living for the money

[verse 1]
kiss me i’m irish, d-mn right i got luck
my crew could rob you then still prove it’s not us
man when this sh-t drop, i might get shot up
this is me knowingly blowing my spot up
i’m cold as ice, d-mn right i’m that cool
those hungry nights made me hunt like a cat do
i was a good guy, now i’m the bad dude
i don’t want to rob you but will if i have to
if my stash is low, then heres what it comes to
you got some money then my boys’ll come through
i don’t say no names, i don’t say i love you
i look like that nice boy but think like a thug do
and you trynna save me’s like a dude trynna wife a thottie
my innocence was murdered you won’t ever find the body
yeah i’m broke boy you better stop reminding bobby
i’ma shoot up bilderberg and loot the illuminati
a young crazy muhf-cka i’ma ride or die
swear that i was this close to holding up my nine to five
the music biz taking money like the government
and plus bussing tables ain’t cutting it, so im about to

[hook]
break ya bank
money be on my mind
a m-th-f-cka mobbing out
sounding like, i be robbing dough, i be, i be robbing dough, i’ma (x2)
i be robbing dough, i be, i be robbing dough (x4)

[verse 2]
woah, this kid is out of control
must be the drugs, the yayo got me out of it bro
i’m f-cking buzzed! another bag is ’bout to be rolled
ay f-ck the fuzz, i’m married to the game it can’t get annulled
ay what you know about my life hoe? i never sleep at night hoe
you might be tough, but you don’t want to feel this knife poke
f-ck conspiracies, this is real life hoe
but if i need a sacrifice then i’ma end your life slow
cause i don’t think you understand the pain i feel
you haters make me want to go and grab the stainless steal
get my cheese up, trying to attain a deal
it turn these rappers fake, heebzstreet remaining real
bobby so gone, like monica brown
living like aleister crowley, don’t see me in hollister now
f-ck boy i grew up, into a screw up
still one day this rapping gon’ pay, but for now i’m ’bout to

[hook]

- heebzstreet

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