Luyện nghe bài hát Bankrupt (Remix)

[Verse 1: Cuban
bands, times a hundred bands
Can you get it, no running man
Keep a rounds, we gon' get him
I never gave a fuck about no bitch
Cause I'm and I'm better
Keep a & Wesson we can do whatever, aye
You say you a boss, I you a lame
And that nigga ugly what the you saying?
You ain't getting girl you need a plan
You a broke bitch, holding out your hand
I'm a bitch
I just be bad
Spend and get it back then I spend it my mans
That money in my hand put it right on your
Ain't no loss, I'm a boss I can do shit again, ayy
Fuck a role we speak
If a lame bitch talking I won't speak back
that .45 all black, we strapped, we back
Pop up on 'em make a see that, aye

Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this
I out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off ass, ayy

[Verse 2: Cuban
I'm a bitch I can't fake shit
You a fucking pussy you don't shit
You just figured it out bruh you bitch
You a broke bitch you ain't got no bands to play
Somewhere out in Cali do the in a spaceship
You somewhere in the looking mad cause you ain't shit
You ain't tough, big take little bank
you bankrupt
All hoes losing but they ain't us

[Chorus: Cuban
Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up cash
I hopped out my feelings and I in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this
I hopped out my feelings and I in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't off your ass, ayy

[Verse 3: Lil
All mad rappers dirty, will I keep a .30
Spent long nights ridin' low and dirty, now my is prayin'
223 cockin', get to have 'em niggas swervin'
Niggas servin', bitches drinkin' bourbon, I remember back when was curvin'
Now I hoes when I wanna (yeah)
Bro to post on the corner (yeah)
[?] bitches was
Killin' shit, these hoes to the corner (yeah)
Don't be sad now a up
AP's dumb, why you comin' out bitch if you ain't tryna make me cum?
ass bitch, I said so, wanna smack you
Gon' and pull up so my lil sister can you
Gang posted up on the like a statue
round my chest like a motherfuckin' satchel

[Pre-Chorus: Cuban
You ain't tough, big bank take little
Bitch you
All them losing but they ain't us
You ain't tough, big bank little bank
you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but ain't us

[Chorus: Doll]
Fuck all them we gon' fuck up this cash
I hopped out my and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, you hopped in a cab
Still with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them we gon' fuck up this cash
I hopped out my and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 4: Lil
100 bottles, no sparklers, we lit
Thousand hunnid, all the like its counterfeit
Love the hoe, I slap the bitch, we on different shit
This shit didn't come from round the way, I'm on some different
Sticky, she get with me
I need me a bad broad, then again, a
Ain't no witnesses, Christian Lou', a murder scene
Shout out to the homies behind the wall, yeah, the murder
The old murder team, the that can't be silent
'methazine, it got me out my body
Date time, go and throw a all in Folly
Big bank take bank, I'm really gettin' money

[Pre-Chorus: Cuban
You ain't tough, big bank take bank
Bitch you
All them hoes losing but ain't us
You ain't tough, big bank take bank
you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but ain't us

Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up cash
I hopped out my feelings and I in my bag
in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't off your ass, ayy
Fuck all niggas we gon' fuck up this cash
I out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy