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ten - bankroll fresh lyrics

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[verse 1:]
bankroll
it’s cold outside
got the mean comb
my earrings cost a forty
watch cost a forty
yeah we hood rich b-tch
fear now n-gga stainless steel faux n-gga
far from a hoe n-gga
your main hoe her dope tickle
wipe my mouth and fist her blouse then out the house kick her
i’m a dope k!ller your main hoe
for sure victim
we got magazines and you can get your issue
we need more liquor
we need more swishers
mine a cost menage a trois
new auto mars new pistols
might pull up in the fiscal
polo bucket like official
living like the mob
fly to vegas just to ditch ya
don perrignon, sip a cigar clipper vuitton slippers
hair worse than fig sh-t on ‘em oh no tissue
this ain’t laurent yo b-tches sniffer
disrespect we clip ya
talk about reggie miller
i’m the boss man you in the middle
trying crissed out like the millers
moving tons just like the millers
crossing state lines
bathing ape on my zipper
tens on my dipper
brick flipper street money official, n-gga

[chorus:]
ten my b-tch
a ten my packet a ten, i drop the whole ten
watch cost ten times ten, like 10 10
2014 vid i had to drop a hunned and ten
a ten, a ten, a ten, a ten, a ten, a ten, a ten
this watch a ten, my ears a ten, my b-tch a ten
ten
hood rich b-tch

[verse 2:]
i’m about to start to spread the word
make sure they heard that sh-t is on turfs
k!lled the p-ssy gave what it deserved
kicked it to the curb and in a tight skirt
winter time ice chains are first
charge ya half a bird for verse a ver
broke b-tch you really get on my nerve
pour a cup of syrup let get to work
love life you understand it’s that rubberband
so rubberband
the bankroll the franklin
the n-gga p-ssy don’t give a f-ck
slap your -ss and don’t give a f-ck
you woulda had a duck and you n-ggas does
but enough about a 94
let’s talk about in and exporting
you may not get even this joint
jug our bags and check for some
me and your girl got six doors
zo6 to vesport
to hammer too legit for it
this quarter
too legit to quit
first quarter back to sl1ck freak
fl1ck faster than a john smoke pitch
wrapping packets like i’m saint nick
sink the sh-t i’m able to f-ck at this
shot my head sew that sh-t
got it out of here my packet thick
grab my d-ck when i take a big n-gga to finger fl1ck
i don’t give a sh-t man
i don’t give a d-mn
blocking hoes like internet spam
i’m a hit the x, n-gga

[chorus]

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