Joyner Lucas - Bank Account (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Joyner Lucas - Bank Account (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
I'm willing to die for this shit
I'm ready to flip it and end
up in prison the rest
of my life for this shit
So my momma ain't want me,
she got an abortion
I end up surviving this shit
And if I wanted somethin',
I ain't got the money
I'd probably be robbing and shit
Don't know how much I
cry for this shit
Said I am willing to
ride for this shit
You know murder's my hobby,
inside of my closet's a bunch
of dead bodies and shit
Niggas say that I'm cursed 'cause
I go to church and stare
at the Bible and shit
Shawty say I'm the worst cause
I do my dirt, and I don't
be hiding this shit
Bitch, I'm a savage I spit at
you bastards, I wonder what
you gonna do to me hoe
I need to hear some more rapping,
I'm just not impressed by your
cash or your jewelry hoe
All you my soldiers and I'm a
lieutenant, goddammit, you
should be saluting me hoe
I hope you know I ain't going nowhere
All you rappers just better
get used to me hoe
Nigga, I'm Mr. Blue with my jeans,
bought me a jeep, cause
I wasn't riding as much
My bank account looking weak,
don't look at me, I ain't
got no time for no fun
Starting to feel like Tyrese,
I'm 'bout to trip, and maybe
start crying or som'
I might just hit up the Smith's,
throw me a fit and wait
for my wire to come
Ain't nobody give or show me love when I was
coming up, I had to double up and tell
these niggas buckle up before they ride
And they don't really wanna knuckle up,
I hit 'em with the uppercut, I had these
motherfuckers running for they life
Unidentified craft when I'm flying
past, I'm an alien sailin' and
if you look up in the sky
Blew your mind back, push your
eyes back through your iPad,
I'm an Iraqi in suicide
When the bombs are loaded and your
mind explode in the wind
And you gon' sit down, repent
I was raised in the sewer; me and
the 𝘐𝘵 clown are friends
Red balloons for your kids,
sink my tooth in ya bitch
I lost too many friends, I
don't do good with kids
What you know about riding
dirty in the evening?
What you know about Ramen Noodles,
and a pack of sazon seasoning
What you know about leaving
the oven door open when
there's no heat again
And the rent is due and your
landlord try and throw you
out on the streets again
Nigga, I was only dreaming of a Bentley
and a fucking Lamborghini when I
win 'em, I'ma finally get a break
If I didn't get away before I guarantee
that if I talk to God, then
I can say I got it when I pray
She don't really want me to get petty,
turn her dime into a penny, but she
know I got a lot of shit to say
I got juice and water and a henny drink,
and I will let the semi shoot, I'll
pop you niggas all up in the face
Blood all up in the lake, I
Wanna see your wave die
They don't wanna wave bye
Creep when I came by, teeth like a K9
Bleed through your Levi,
we from the East Side
Eat when the beat's hot,
tea from the teapot
Aim for the tree top, beg
till your knees pop
Skrrt in a Nissan, swerve
into three cars
You just a bird in a beehive, you just
a cold in a room full of germs
Nigga, I said all of my idols
and favorite rappers
ain't been rhyming a lot
What the fuck happened to Jay
Electronica? I wonder if
he still got it or not
Whatever happened to Elzhi?
Whatever happened to Meth? What
happened to Beans? Whatever
happened to Lauryn?
What happened to Banks? Tell
me what happened to Bleek?
What the fuck happened to Mos?
What happened to Missy?
Nigga, what happened to Ghost?
Whatever happened to Cube?
What up with Common? What the
fuck, where did they go?
Tell me what happened to Budden's,
what about Luda?
I hope they ain't losing it now
Hope they get back to the music
'cause I need some new shit
I'm sick of these new niggas
out, I'm that new nigga now
I got one, two, three, four,
five, six, seven eight
Nine niggas wanna war, 10 niggas on
the floor, 11 niggas on the porch
12 killers wanna war, 13 carnivores,
14 Labradors,
15 dinosaurs, 16 Avatars
17 bombs or grenades at your
rental car, 18 ways you can
die when you have it all
I got I got one, two, three, four,
five, six, seven eight
Nine bitches wanna fuck, 10 niggas
wanna rush, 11 hitters on a bus
12 think they one of us, 13 other
guns, 14 runners-up, 15 rubber
gloves, 16 double pumps
17 shots in your face till you
cuddle up, 18 ways you can
die tryna fuck with us
Said I'm ready to flip it and
end up in prison the rest
of my life for this shit
And my momma ain't want me,
she got an abortion
Shit if I wanted somethin',
I ain't got the money
I'll probably be robbing this shit
Said I am willing to die for this shit
Joyner, wooh!
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