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supamemeboi - bank account كلمات الأغنية

[intro: 21 savage]
ooh, ooh, ooh, ow, ow, ow
wow, wow, ow, ah, ow, ah, ah, ah

[verse 1: 21 savage]
i buy a new car for the b-tch (for real)
i tear down the mall with the b-tch (for real)
you can’t even talk to the b-tch (no)
she f-cking with bosses and sh-t (on god)
i pull up in ‘rari’s and sh-t (skrrr)
with choppers and harley’s and sh-t (for real)
i be gucci’d down (gucci)
you wearing lacoste and sh-t (b-tch)
yeah, moncler, yuh, fur came off a bear, yuh (yeah)
triple homicide, put me in a chair, yuh (in jail)
triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yuh (on god)
got ’em tennis chains on and they real blingy (bling)
draco make you do the chicken head like chingy (chingy)
walk in neiman marcus and i spend a light fifty (fifty)
please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
bad b-tch, cute face and some nice t-tties
$7500 on a saint laurent jacket (yeah)
b-tch, be careful when you dumpin’ your ashes (b-tch)
i ain’t no sucker, i ain’t cuffin’ no action (nah)
the skreets raised me, i’m a whole b-st-rd (wild)
i bought a ‘rari just so i can go faster (skrrr)
n-gg-s tryna copy me, they playin’ catch up (21)
i might pull up in a ghost, no casper (21)
i been smoking gas and i got no asthma

[chorus: 21 savage]
i got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 m’s in my bank account, yeah (on god)
in my bank account, yeah (on god)
in my bank account, yeah (on god)
in my bank account, yeah (on god)
in my bank account, yeah (on god)
in my bank account, yeah (on god)
i got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)

[verse 2: lil wayne]
you bought a car for the b-tch
i buy the narcs for the b-tch
you buy apartments and sh-t
it’s nice, i just walked in this b-tch
you buy the art for the b-tch
y’all argue too often and sh-t
you always startin’ some sh-t
that should come off of the bench
shout out my homies i miss
nino and tony and mitch
this ain’t no cordial sh-t
she wan’ come snort all this sh-t
she wan’ go hard with a b-tch
she know what happens today
she know we always forget
and she just posted the sh-t
and he just saw his lil b-tch
tell him i want him to trip
tell him my guns gettin’ skinny
tell him they’re starvin’ for this
give me the check, give me the throne
my hair is a minute too long
my b-tch look like vivica-berry
your b-tch look like rosetta stone
i made my b-tch go get a clone
f-ck ’em together and then on they own
when they catch feelings, i’m gone
i’m whippin’ the winnie the coupe
i’m drivin’ and sippin’ the soup
the sh-t made me drift in the coupe
as long as i get to the stu’
ruler clip, rick the ruler slick
pull up on your b-tch, you just called your b-tch
got that “who is this?” she don’t know you exist
she on her mula sh-t, that’s that truer sh-t
make you eat your words, make you chew your sh-t
then we knockin’ out every tooth you pick
n-gg-, f-ck you, and f-ck who you with
yeah my b-tch broke, but her booty fixed, wait

[chorus: 21 savage]
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 m’s in my bank account, yeah (on god)
in my bank account, yeah (on god)
in my bank account, yeah (on god)
in my bank account, yeah (on god)
in my bank account, yeah (on god)
in my bank account, yeah (on god)
i got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)

[verse 3: joyner lucas]
what you know about riding dirty in the evening?
what you know about ramen noodles, and a pack of sazon seasoning
what you know about leaving the oven door open when there’s no heat again
and the rent is due and your landlord try and throw you out on the streets again
n-gg-, i was always dreaming of a bentley and a f-cking lamborghini when i win ’em, i’ma finally get a break
if i didn’t get it way before, i guarantee that if i talk to god, then i can say i got it when i prayed
she don’t really want me to get petty, turn her dime into a penny, but she know i got a lot of sh-t to say
i can turn some water into henny, drink it up and let the semi shoot, i’ll pop you n-gg-s all up in the face
blood all up in the lake, i
wanna see your wake die
they don’t wanna wave bye
creep when i came by, teeth like a k9
bleed through your levi, we from the east side
eat when the beat’s hot, tea from the teapot
aim for the tree top, beg till your knees pop
skrrt in a nissan, swerve into three cars
you just a bird in a beehive, you just a cold in a room full of germs
n-gg-, i said all of my idols and favorite rappers ain’t been rhyming a lot
what the f-ck happened to jay electronica? i wonder if he still got it or not
whatever happened to elzhi?
whatever happened to meth? what happened to beans? whatever happened to lauryn?
what happened to banks? tell me what happened to bleek?
what the f-ck happened to mos? what happened to missy?
n-gg-, what happened to ghost?
whatever happened to cube?
what up with common? what the f-ck, where did they go?
tell me what happened to budden’s, what about luda?
i hope they ain’t losing it now
hope they get back to the music ’cause i need some new sh-t
i’m sick of these new n-gg-s out, i’m that new n-gg- now

[chorus: 21 savage & joyner lucas]
i got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 m’s in my bank account, yeah (on god)
in my bank account, yeah (on god)
in my bank account, yeah (on god)
in my bank account, yeah (on god)
in my bank account, yeah (on god)
in my bank account, yeah (on god)
i got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)

[outro: 21 savage]
$7500 on a saint laurent jacket
b-tch, be careful when you dumpin’ your ashes
i ain’t no sucker, i ain’t cuffin’ no action
the skreets raised me, i’m a whole b-st-rd

- supamemeboi

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