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letra de bankroll flow - jojo margiela

bankroll flow lyrics
[verse:]
gotta trap spot, put a pot in
got fat pockets, stuffing racks in it
n-gga want smoke, let’s handle business
sliding round with a big .45
try one of us, we all slide
try my brothers, bet we all [?]
catch yo ass in traffic, with my zombies bet they eat up yo ride
i don’t really like talk, ima walk down ion really need a beam
why? cause i ain’t missing sh-t
try get his f-cking brains split
big mac for you small fries, try one of us and we all slide
going brazy going kuku, got yo man saying he don’t know you
yo b-tch gave me the drop, just like she supposed too
eating d-ck up in a maybach, n-ggas know we don’t even play that
bro gon’ bounce out with that .40, sn-tch his life he a hoe bro
gotta steppa he on go mode [?] just for promo
i don’t even really like to rap, dissing me they ain’t gon find you just relax
drop his ass then go lay back, im the reason that they made that
yellow tape bending round yo block, touching everybody n-gga f-ck the cops
buss [?] with this ar, guess that n-gga ain’t really get far
gotta ar with 50 shots in it, one word we clean yo whole block with it
bending round yo bity in that x6, young n-gga feeling like i’m rich
got his blood on my f-cking louboutins, the way he tripped we was never gonna miss
leave in the motherf-cking floor, i ain’t even really know lil bro
twin .30s and they are twins
f-ck with us, we might just put em on your kids
whip his nose, yea i heard he sick
play with us, get his candle lit
& i don’t need a beam, i ain’t missin sh-t
heard what the f-ck i said b-tch
got 200 on the f-cking dash, try to run we gon hunt yo ass
gotta draco with a 30 clip, gotta bad b-tch tryna suck my d-ck
gotta lake house, put a boat in it
gotta stick and it gotta scope with it
never had sh-t, ima roll with it
stay with steppas, and they gonna blow with it
going brazy never been a f-cking hoe
off a perc, finna sn-tch another soul
yea we got the drop, and we boming round
with a choppa and it hold a hunnit rounds
no you escape, we gon gun him down
hollow hit his body, now he falling down
stomping on his top, while he on the ground
thought he had his gun, he can’t buss it now
send em to the sky, now his momma crying
heard that was yo son, go have another one

- jojo margiela

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