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- Tate Kobang bankrolls remix 歌詞
- Tate Kobang
- Yeah yeah
Uh, ***** Im 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 Tivoli
I got a ***** that live on Appleton she love them killers
When I re up I hit my partner them in garden village
My uncle jimmy round the corner on the avenue
You baller blocking thats the type of **** I never do
Im from the east side you know what kind of **** Im on
But I be everywhere I sold drugs in Woodlawn
I know some ****** down the hill that got it for the low
I live in bird city ***** you already know
And I dont go nowhere unless a ***** strapped up
And if you **** a Morgan ***** you better strap up
Talkin ****ll get you and your ** **** clapped up
We with the ****s you ***** ****** better not act up
My ***** pistol Pete was born and raised on Biddle Street
My ***** died he aint make it to see 23
I got a ***** that work up Normas and that ***** wet
And every day she catchin hacks to get to Lafayette
She said she strippin tryna get the **** up out the jects
But that aint none of my business Im just tryna get the neck
A lot of rappers in my city half you ****** wacky
And I aint ever been a ***** Im keepin **** 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 ****** never love em we be sharin those
Cause all these Instagram famous *****es sharin clothes
My mama told me boy stop chasin after stank hoes
Cause all these *****es ever wanted was your bankroll
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
My mama told me boy stop chasin after stank hoes
Cause all these *****es ever wanted was your bankroll
Im bout a bankroll
You said you run the city oh my bad I aint know
The trenches love me so it aint nowhere I cant go
We never lackin and we love to let them thangs show
We let them thangs go
Im talkin Montpelier to glen eagle I love my people
With the Miley Cyrus the bobby brown the sour diesel
Stealin out my mamas 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 aint the same since we lost swift
Shell live forever to the city she was gods gift
We showed the police we aint with none of that nonsense
These other rappers lackin soul aint got no content
I rep the struggle I know
That you hate me **** it I love you
Watch me bubble wedone up with the rod so they in trouble
I dont fumble was raised in the gutter I love the jungle
I aint never had shit but a dream now I see them
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
My mama told me boy stop chasin after stank hoes
Cause all these *****es ever wanted was your bankroll
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