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tate kobang – bank rolls (remix) كلمات اغاني

[verse 1]
b-tch i’m from baltimore, you say you was, i never seen you
what part you on? i got some family on the alameda
i love my city, ask about me and i bet they know me
my name good in any hood, i hung around tivoly
i got a b-tch that live on appleton, she love them k!llers
when i re-up i hit my partner, them in garden village
my uncle jimmy ’round the corner on the avenue
you baller blocking that’s the type of shit i never do
i’m from the east side, you know what kind of shit i’m on
but i be everywhere, i sold drugs in woodlawn
i know some niggas down the hill that got it for the low
i live in bird city, nigga you already know
and i don’t go nowhere unless a nigga strapped up
and if you fuck a morgan b-tch you better strap up
talkin’ shit’ll get you and your niggas clapped up
we with the shits, you pussy niggas better not act up
my nigga pistol pete was born and raised on biddle street
my nigga died, he ain’t make it to see 23
i got a b-tch that work up norma’s and that pussy wet
and every day she catchin’ hacks to get to lafayette
she said she strippin’ tryna get the fuck up out the ‘jects
but that ain’t none of my business, i’m just tryna get the neck
a lot of rappers in my city, half you niggas wack
and i ain’t ever been a b-tch, i’m keepin’ shit a stack
aye someone go and tell the dj they should bring this back
i been a g since kiddie discos at the hammer jacks
i swear to god i could never love a dumb hoe
she live on monroe but swear she marilyn monroe
see all my niggas never love ’em, we be sharin’ those
cause all these instagram famous b-tches sharin’ clothes
my mama told me, “boy stop chasin’ after stank hoes”
cause all these b-tches ever wanted was your bankroll

[hook]
someone go and tell the dj they should bring this back
someone go and tell the dj they should bring this back
i love my city, ask about me and i bet they know me
i love my city, ask about me and i bet they know me
i love my city, ask about me and i bet they know me
i love my city, ask about me and i bet they know me
i love my city, ask about me and i bet they know me
my mama told me, “boy stop chasin’ after stank hoes”
cause all these b-tches ever wanted was your bankroll

[verse 2]
i’m ’bout a bankroll
you said you run the city, oh my bad, i ain’t know
the trenches love me so it ain’t nowhere i can’t go
we never lackin’ and we love to let them thangs show
we let them thangs go
i’m talkin’ montpelier to glen eagle, i love my people
with the miley cyrus, the bobby brown, the sour diesel
stealin’ out my mama’s purse, if she catch you i bet she beat you
used to play in alleyways, we was duckin’ them dirty needles
i swear the city ain’t the same since we lost swift
she’ll live forever, to the city she was god’s gift
we showed the police we ain’t with none of that nonsense
these other rappers lackin’ soul, ain’t got no content
i rep the struggle, i know that you hate me, fuck it, i love you
watch me bubble, we done up with the rod so they in trouble
i don’t fumble, was raised in the gutter, i love the jungle
i ain’t never had shit but a dream, now i see them

- tate kobang

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