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thank god - big bank black lyrics

[intro: big bank black]
big bank (bank)
quavo (yeah yeah)
duct tape (mob sh-t n-gg-)
qc (la familia)

[hook 1: big bank black]
thank god that a n-gg- still alive (gotta thank god for that)
when the hate don’t work they tell lies (they make up sh-t too)
i’m the king of the jungle like a lion (big bank)

[verse 1: big bank black]
we chasin millions (yeah)
i put my whole team on (whole team)
from the trap to the microphone
i put my whole team on (whole team)
stacked to the ceiling
we ain’t worried bout nothin’ no more (bag secured)
we ain’t goin’ back broke (bag secured)
took your b-tch to the spot and f-ck her (yeah)
put the pistols on the ground make you suffer (suffer)
don’t play with me (don’t play with me)
don’t play with me (na)
n-gg- talkin’ though he’ll turn it out
hit one switch turn my feelin’s off (off)
suckers started first but they still lost (still lost)
had to cut all my b-tches off (be gone ho)
gotta get focused (gotta get focused)
gotta get the trophy (gotta get a bag up n-gg-)
one of the realest n-gg-s doin’ it (og)
one of the last ones left, yeah (uno)
seen a lot of n-gg-s come (seen it)
seen a lot of n-gg-s go (seen it)
seen a lot of n-gg-s, turn straight hoe (straight b-tches)
always livin’ by the code, yeah
i’m never gon’ fold, yeah (loyal to the death n-gg-)
sometimes my mind be racin’ when i’m thinkin’ bout the paper
i don’t really have no patience when it come to that dough, yeah (big bank)
i’m just tryna fill up a bag (fill it up)
all my n-gg-s on the same sh-t we chasin’ m’s (m’s)

[hook 2: quavo]
(yeah)
thank god that a n-gga still alive (god)
bought the beamer with the frog eyes (beamer)
got yo b-tch cut, her eyes (yo b-tch)
(yeah, uh)

[verse 2: quavo]
i took yo b-tch to the doctor (yeah)
i told yo b-tch to get well (well)
’cause she too sick off a playa (playa, yeah)
i wanna buy me a bail (ayy)
i wanna buy me a bail (bail)
i wanna buy me a bail (yeah, bail)
told the plug get that bag right
i’m finna pull up on ’em
yeah, you know my cash right (cash)
these lil n-ggas want my limelight
chopper eight miles long, a c-ck fight (schwoo, rrrah)
and i want all my n-ggas just to come and eat good with me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’ma go straight to hollywood, but i gotta take the hood with me (hood)
i gotta move in silence
counting my money in private (priv)
don’t think a n-gga acknowledge (no)
don’t think a n-gga acknowledge (knowledge)
all my cars zero mileage
wanna verse, forget about it (nah)
you think i’m signed to lil ceaser’s (woo)
pocket dough, fettuccini (ayy)
i told the b-tch i’m havin’ sand time (sand time)
she pulled up in bikini (‘kini)
ball cap, no beanie (cap)
trap signals, no beamer (trap)
wrists dancin’ like fergie (wrists)
thought i was a black eyed peas-y (ooo)
none of my n-ggas is cheesy (no)
trap life real easy (ayy)

[outro]
(then i had to tell my ma)
tell my mama no (mama)
now i can’t stop thuggin’ (yeah)
told my mama nah (mama)
no, i can’t stop thuggin’

- big bank black lyrics

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