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yeekies - mr. bankroll & heembeezy lyrics

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[verse: mr. bankroll & heembeezy]
yeah, aight
i need five bands, b*tch, to get a conversation out of me
flexing thirty piece to all them n*ggas that done doubted me
b*tch play with me, and i’ma come for her whole family
and honestly, this n*gga got some h0m*s*xuality
all these bad b*tches, think i hit the lottery
she ain’t wanna f*ck me back then, now she toppin’ me
big chop, f*ck a n*gga like robbin’ me
b*tch you know i keep a bankroll in these robin jeans
she was real innocent, i turned her to a sl*t
i said “i love you,” but i only said it just to f*ck
[?] hol’ on, lemmе put this in my cup
caught a opp in the function, finna shoot this sh*t up
hm
get out the way, i finna air this b*tch out
shе was on her period, so i put it in her mouth
i start scamming, so i had to flock a house
he ain’t got no chip, that n*gga pockets in a drought
f*ckin’ n*ggas hoes, waitin’ ‘fore his b*tch to call back
best believe we all straped
it’s me and n*gga, that’s eight pockets and they all full
all you gotta do is not snitch, and we all good
hm
b*tch you see money when i talk
my b*tch p*ssy wet, some might squirt when she walk
b*tch i’ma buy it, ion care about the cost
i got money now, you might still catch me in the cross
do you trust me with yo’ bank account log in?
shut the f*ck up, b*tch you do too much talkin’
ski mask, fader hoodie, tryna fall in
sucker kick this this b*tch out the whip, get to walkin’
b*tch tried to rub me out my pape’ then get lost
he’s wolfin’, b*tch you know i’m quick to set it off
the p*ssy funny, now my d*ck going soft
i need money b*tch, rich conversation cost
ion need n0body but my pistol and a condom
squabble anybody, it’s your daddy or yo’ mama
put a n*gga in a suit and tie, like obama
sent her home in a taxi and not even with the honda
hm
n*gga thought we finna squabble, i want my head*busser
my whole gang full of demons, we don’t condone busters
he froze up with the glock, he not a dome buzzer
hit this lil’ b*tch from the back, i’m a mother*f*cker

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