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