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letra de sittin' in the bank - young g.o.

[intro]
go time
you know i’m sayin intellectual fly sh-t
just a young smart n-gga out here doin’ me
and all of that, but look

[verse 1]
ay
i’ve been that n-gga ever since my momma water broke
all for my family that choppa blow with a lot of smoke
it ain’t no stoppin’ so tell yo b-tch that it’s on the floor
said i’m goin postal i’m vocal pushin’ this envelope
i’m from a section where n-ggas pressin’ for what they reppin’
gotta keep protection these streets be testin’ we need progression
gotta be invested with these investments to beat the pressure
bеtter keep your leveragе then keep it steppin’ then repeat method
yea, city of champs get your banners up
a lil n-gga these rappers go get your status up
give a f-ck what they doin better get your baggage up
imma shine for them dark moments look i can’t have enough
yea gotta show ’em that it’s more than rap
been a real n-gga but really ain’t no award for that
play with my peace of mind i go to war for that
however you n-ggas wanna do b-tch i’m with all of that

[chorus]
that’s how i’m comin b-tch i’m on the way
they said that i couldn’t and i did it in they face
i just want the dollas i ain’t in it for the fame
she gon’ get it if i say ‘cus that really ain’t yo bae
put it on my taste buds sit it on a plate
she my lil freak at the ending of the day
imma need a hunnid million sittin’ in the bank
need a hunnid million sittin’ in the bank, yeah yeah
[verse 2]
you see me thuggin b-tch i do it with ease
slidin’ with yb feelin’ cool in the breeze
puttin’ on for my people what i do for the t’s
and a real n-gga always gon’ do what i please
stay firm police will never knew what i seen
speakin’ code really they’ll never knew what i mean
lil baby want a ring i see you as my queen
but shootin’ dice the only thing i ever do on my knees
listen ain’t talkin money then you lost me
street n-gga look both ways before you cross me
snowflake up on the wrist it lookin frosty
big birkin bag on my b-tch she lookin bossy
hater get up off me really they want to stress me
never be a b-tch my hood could never let me
jesus on the piece i sneeze he wanna bless me
keep it on the n-gga these suckas will never get me

- young g o

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