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letra de bankroll ii - k. luci

[intro – k. luci]

in a foreign car taking native trips
god-body n-gga doing satan sh-t
halo with some flames in it
that’s an angelist, slash satanist
god still with me, even though he know i’m fuego, b-tch

[verse 1 – rickyspanish]

what’s the point of living if it’s not in sin?
world politics got my noggin rocking like socrates
after being phonetically reasoned, you get my logic
but it’s hard to realize it when populous don’t see profiting
i know you’re not the illest, you think you need my prescription
’cause popping these pills are the reason i’m still in my position
sit down and listen, i’m spitting something so visceral
simply to split the casual ears of listeners into two

defending women that don’t take a d-mn thing from dudes
except the perception of s-x not being a privilege, ooh
a lot of males got their heads in their -sses
while sh-tting out thoughts of having hands on -sses
you b-st-rds don’t really have a grasp of your actions
imagine, if you would give brain, you would have it
but we ain’t talking ’bout women if they ain’t b-tches
’cause b-tches ain’t got no business but talking unless permission’s given

you rappers soft until it comes to fake guns
or putting d-cks inside of made-up chicks in cities you never lived in
i’m popping pills to keep my sanity, i don’t do it for “turning up”
i’m popping to keep from randomly burning up
meltdown, ’cause mentally, i’m more than you’re ever meant to be
and my problems come from the gods trying to limit me to make this more fair
the faceless tone, bare-headed wraith with long hair and a lengthened bone spear

[hook – luci]

in a foreign car taking native trips
god-body n-gga doing satan sh-t
halo with some flames in it
that’s an angelist, slash satanist
god still with me, even though he know i’m fuego, b-tch

(motherf-cking demon, n-gga)
god still with me, even though he know i’m fuego, b-tch
(motherf-cking demon, n-gga)
god still with me, even though he know i’m fuego, b-tch

[verse 2 – ’89 the brainchild]

i heard sitting on the throne from the top, the view is beautiful
the taste of the kingdom, why now settle for this cubicle?
don’t group me with the usual because i missed the tour bus
i’m still four wings with the fries, but i could’ve copped tempura
me and mine been sick for years, your dose of hate just could not cure us
caught some flak in the trap, while my rap’s too trap for purists
while i rapped, worked somewhere whack, but yo, i endured it
got fired, name caught fire, now i might hit europe

asia might go there again, my s-x slave south american
my old dame, no comparison, we flexin’ rarely arrogant
preparing where my parents live, fly to granddad in maryland
demented, twisted terrapin, wondering if we’re prepared for this

[hook]

[verse 3 – k. luci]

never gave a f-ck, never gave a f-ck
i’m a milwaukee n-gga, i’m just tryna make the bucks
coming out of prison city, no denying where i’m from
know some goons holding tommy’s, got the lions in the drum
little kids starving, they be crying in the slums
shooting in the trap, n-ggas dying on the rug
persian, i am a murderous person
i’m k!lling every beat cause i know it deserves it

stupid n-ggas steady talking h-lla bullsh-t
won’t be talking when i hit ’em with a full clip
yeah, i know i say it all the time
but if a n-gga carry on, then imma make it columbine, and that’s real
say it with your chest, lil n-gga
everybody talking, but at best they all chiggers
claiming in they city, they a motherf-cking hitter
but i come around, they get shook down like a stripper

leave ’em past tense, going through my reckless phase
anybody feeling tough, they can step on the stage
all my cl-ssmates said i wouldn’t be sh-t
so i do invasions in their homes with my weapons ablaze
you can ask anyone, they’ll say my team finna eat first
and if you got a problem with us, you could be murked
got dreams of me rollin’ in the beemer
125, i can stop it on the dime

got k!llers in the cut, 10 straps, couple knives
you could f-ck around, they ready to earn stripes
took off some time, and i got up to par
17, b-tch i’m golden, no hollywood star
remember all of the nights i would wish for this
no more wishing, i’m coming up on this grind, i knew we’d do it in time
presenting this presentation i conjured inside my mind
with ricky and ’89, it’s that motherf-cking time

- k luci

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