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lul bankro – certified كلمات اغاني

huh, (whew whew whew whew whew whew) bankro
my shoes and my pockets be beefing cuz i got red bottoms but my money crippin, (wha!?)
my designer on point like a pencil i keep a glock on me like urkel suspenders
put my oops inna blender
scoot up on his b_tch and hit her from the fender
i’m a vet in the streets, what that mean, i’m tryna free all my dawgs out that mf kennel
yo b_tch call me builder like that n_gga bob cuz she know i stay with a rollie,(hi bob!)
put dusty in my cup and i’m adding the ice watch the sh_t turn real muddy
you n_ggas elmer fudd cuz you still rollin them woods and f_ckin with bugs (silly wabbit)
don’t bе mad at me n_gga cuz i’m doing sh_t,(like what), that you nevеr could,(huh)
i’m not a jacker but i just be jacking
ran up a sack made it look like it’s magic
got a top hat might just pull out a rabbit, (fa real?)
these diamonds on me and they came with some karats,(d_mn)
won’t f_ck a average cuz i got a bad b_tch
keep a stick on me cuz i’m not a rapper
i don’t make music i just make it happen
b_tch you bet not leave with my charger adaptor, (come here)
she don’t suck d_ck kick her out the trap faster
my potna like fatties she don’t f_ck with apples
he said f_ck the apples cuz she bring the cabbage
as long as he michael he beating her jackson (hehee)
as long as he ikeing he beating her turner
we keep us a burner
we doing the sh_t that you ain’t really heard of
beat up the block tryna get to the suburbs
don’t peek out ya blinds we certified steppas
just like danny glover we keep lethal weapons
if you want some smoke we ain’t gotta play tetris
put a brick on yo head we gonn show you it’s pressure
and no we ain’t coppin no plea bargains
we the ones who let off shots at the big parties, (come err)
i do not talk to police sorry
you don’t want beef turn this b_tch to a meat market
and just cause i rock foreign fabric don’t mean nothing you can get stomped in these red bottoms
don’t ask me about yo dead homie don’t know bout em
go dig him up and ask him bout me
b_tch you got some nerve
i like my b_tches like i like my tvs they come with a curve
she ain’t bout a bag then that b_tch is trash kick her to the curb
yea yea yea, yea yeah
f_cking with bosses b_tch your gonna learn
these n_ggas cap of the year (cap god!)
somebody get em a cap and gown
how you whippin these foreigns and got all this money but you get caught walking across town
these n_ggas captain america somebody get em a shield and a mask
how you f_cking these b_tches and ain’t got a bag
cuz you out here saving they ass
(yea yea yea yea yea yeah), (b_tch)
aight lemme hear that!

- lul bankro

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