Luyện nghe bài hát Bank Rolls (Remix)

Bitch I'm from Baltimore, you say you was, I seen you
What part you on? I got family on The Alameda
I love my city, ask about me and I bet they me
My good in any hood, I hung around Tivoly
I got a bitch live on Appleton, she love them killers
When I re-up I hit my partner, them in Village
My Jimmy 'round the corner on the avenue
You baller that's the type of shit I never do
I'm from the side, you know what kind of shit I'm on
But I be everywhere, I drugs in Woodlawn
I know niggas down the hill that got it for the low
I live in Bird City, nigga you already
And I go nowhere unless a nigga strapped up
And if you fuck a Morgan bitch you strap up
Talkin' get you and your niggas clapped up
We the shits, you pussy niggas better not act up
My Pistol Pete was born and raised on Biddle Street
My nigga died, he ain't it to see 23
I got a bitch that work up and that pussy wet
And day she catchin' hacks to get to Lafayette
She said she tryna get the fuck up out the 'jects
But that ain't none of my business, I'm tryna get the neck
A lot of rappers in my city, half you niggas
And I ain't ever been a bitch, I'm keepin' shit a
Aye someone go and tell the DJ should bring this back
I been a G since discos at the Hammer Jacks
I swear to God I could never a dumb hoe
She on Monroe but swear she Marilyn Monroe
See all my niggas never love 'em, we be those
Cause all these Instagram famous bitches sharin'
My mama told me, "Boy chasin' after stank hoes"
Cause all these bitches wanted was your bankroll
Someone go and tell the DJ they bring this back
Someone go and tell the DJ they bring this back
I my city, ask about me and I bet they know me
I love my city, ask about me and I bet they me
I love my city, ask about me and I bet know me
I love my city, ask about me and I bet they me
My told me, "Boy stop chasin' after stank hoes"
Cause all these bitches ever wanted was your
I'm 'bout a
You said you run the city, oh my bad, I ain't
The trenches me so it ain't nowhere I can't go
We never and we love to let them thangs show
We let thangs go
I'm talkin' Montpelier to Glen Eagle, I love my
With the Miley Cyrus, the Bobby Brown, the sour
Stealin' out my mama's purse, if she you I bet she beat you
Used to play in alleyways, we was duckin' them needles
I swear the city ain't the same we lost Swift
live forever, to the city she was God's gift
We the police we ain't with none of that nonsense
These other rappers lackin' soul, ain't got no
I rep the struggle, I know you hate me, fuck it, I love you
Watch me bubble, we up with the rod so they in trouble
I don't fumble, was in the gutter, I love the jungle
I ain't had shit but a dream, now I see them
Someone go and tell the DJ they bring this back
Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this
I love my city, ask about me and I bet they me
I my city, ask about me and I bet they know me
I love my city, ask me and I bet they know me
I love my city, ask me and I bet they know me
My mama told me, "Boy stop after stank hoes"
all these bitches ever wanted was your bankroll