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posse - bankrollbinks lyrics

[intro]
oh it’s recording right now?
*laughs*

(jams on the beat, so you know say a mod ting)
(elija paris)

[verse 1]
i’m in the party
if it’s pollies, then you better stop me
i’m getting heated
let him eat it, now he tryna stalk me
i am the baddest
no competing, you could never top me
these b*tches follow all the trends
they just some carbon copies

i got me
vibe is contagious, so yeah i’m c*cky
a lil’ conceited, but it’s cool
i ride him like a jockey
he goin’ buck, he love this p*ssy
like he from milwaukee
we go hibachi, gettin’ faded, plus we sippin’ sake
he try to play me, it’s a stick up like we playin’ hockey
you caught me
now where’s that gift that you say you bought me?
why you mad ya mama love me?
you the one that brought me
you blocked me?
boy, that sh*t hurt just like you f*ckin’ shot me
so let me f*ck one of them friends that you say you got, g
who not g? boy i’m the one kickin’ like karate
who hot b? they wanna ride me like a kawasaki
we saucy, i’m catchin’ bodies with my f*ckin’ posse

[chorus]
i’m wit my posse
posted up wit a couple hotties
he really want me
in the club, he really on my body
no kawasaki, got the r8
yeah i’m talkin’ audi
i know that’s right
he in the dm’s baby, word to gotti

one, two, three, four
baby boy you buggin’, i ain’t opening this door
like five, six, seven, eight
n*gga you is wildin’, got a whole lot on my plate
[verse two]
it’s a catastrophe
these hoes they cannot crack to me
it’s the fake friends smile in your face, frown in your back for me
it do not matter what i do he runnin’ back to me
and imma let you have him in a second, baby count to three

no matter what, he be
back and forth like an athlete
i be thumbin’ hunnids all day, i’m like a mathlete
we be paintin’ pictures, sometimes we make a masterpiece
and that’s word to suave, i won’t tolerate no blasphemy

one, two, three, four
baby boy you buggin’, i ain’t opening this door
like five, six, seven, eight
n*gga you is wildin’, got a whole lot on my plate
[verse three]
if you wanna call me, you could call me by my name
(binky)
but if you do not call me, then i will still feel the same
(facts)
cause’ i cannot be bothered by no motherf*ckin’ lame
and boy just watch your step, stay in your motherf*cking lane
(ha)
if he wanna talk, we could talk it out
he say he wanna talk, ain’t none to talk about
see i am just a vibe you cannot live without
and if i hurt your ego baby, then you better walk it out

one, two, three, four
baby boy you buggin’, i ain’t opening this door
like five, six, seven, eight
n*gga you is wildin’, got a whole lot on my plate

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