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Lil Wayne - Bank Account (2017)
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Текст песни Lil Wayne - Bank Account
On god Dedication 6
On god Dedication 6
On god
Yeah
25 million on a nice big ol' mansion
And b*tch I still haven't invited your family
When you walk in you see the art and gold Grammy's
I'ma just kill that p*ssy now it's just a closed casket
25 million on a mansion, so precious
B*tch, be careful where you're bringing your besties
Satin sheets, I ain't got no time for messes
That exorcist told me my wifey possessive
Aderrall just so we can go restless
We're f*ckin' all, all night long, no breakfast
No confessions, no questions, we both professionals
Now ride me like an open road, no pedestrian
You bought a car for the b*tch, I buy the narcs for the b*tch
You buy apartments and shit, it's nice, I just walked in this b*tch
You buy the art for the b*tch, y'all argue too often and shit
You always startin' some shit
That should come off the bench
Shout out my homies I miss, Nino and Tony and Mitch
This ain't no call you in shit, she won't come snortlin' shit
She won't go hard with a b*tch, she knows what happens today
She know we always forget
And she just posted the shit
And he's just always a b*tch
Tell him I want him to trip, tell him my guns gettin' skinny
Tell him they're starvin' for this
Give me a check, give me the throne
My hair is a minute too long
My b*tch look like (.....)
B*tches like Rosetta Stone
I made my b*tch go get a clone
F*ck 'em together and then on they own
When they catch feelings, I’m gone
I'm whippin' the Winnie the Coupe
I'm drivin' and sippin' the soup
The shit made me drift in the Coupe, as long as I get to the stu'
Ruler clip, Rick the Ruler slick
Pull up on your b*tch, you just called your b*tch
Got that "Who is this?", she don't know you exist
She on the mula shit, that's the truest shit
Make you eat your words, make you chew your shit
Then we knockin' out every tooth you pick
Nigga f*ck you and f*ck who you with
Yeah my b*tch broke but her booty fixed, wait
I just popped a Perc', another for dessert
I washed it down with syrup
I just left planet Earth, ran into Captain Kirk
I pop a Perc', I'm trippin', call me Perc' Nowitzki
Just call her Lowinski
Blurry, blurry vision, blurp—"Hello, who is this?"
I just hit the line, I got a b*tch in mind
I call her anytime
She taller but it's fine, together we're 6'9"
I hit her other line
He like "What other line?", she like "Never mind."
She can tell a lie and I can tell she lyin'
That's no lie, that's my awesome lil' b*tch
Got me a saucy lil' b*tch, got me a bossy lil' b*tch
Left her for a bossier b*tch, it cost me a arm and a d*ck
I got me a naughtier b*tch, she suck on this balls and a stick
I'm about to play golf with the b*tch
I'm way on Mars with the b*tch, she f*ckin' with Martians and shit
You shoppin' at Marshall's and shit
And yeah, you're b*tch getting trippy with me
Wanna quicky with me
She said she with that, I had Nicki with me
Said she go leggo with me
Wish you wish I had my nigga with me
B*tch, you washy-wishy, y'all can't trick me
She said "God, forgive me", I said "Nah, I'm dizzy"
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 bank accounts, plus a main account
With insane amounts, that's somethin' to think about
Plus the drank in route, now I'm hangin' out
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 b*tches ready to drink me down
Ready to drink me down, ready to drain me out
Plus my main in town
And she came around, said she ain't her style
25 million on a nice big ol' mansion
And b*tch I still haven't invited your family
When you walk in you see the art and gold Grammy's
I'ma just kill that p*ssy, closed casket
25 million on a mansion, so precious
B*tch, be careful where you're bringin' your besties
Satin sheets, I ain't got no time for messes
That exorcist told me my wifey is possessive
Aderrall so we can go restless
We're f*ckin' all, all night long, no breakfast
No confessions, no questions, we go professionals
Now ride me like an open road, no pedestrian
On god
Dedication 6 on god
Dedication 6 on god
That's some slick shit
Oh lord
Dedication 6 on lord
Dedication 6 on lord
Yes lord
Dedication 6 yes lord
Dedication 6 yes lord
muzonovs.ru©
On god Dedication 6
On god Dedication 6
On god
Yeah
25 million on a nice big ol' mansion
And b*tch I still haven't invited your family
When you walk in you see the art and gold Grammy's
I'ma just kill that p*ssy now it's just a closed casket
25 million on a mansion, so precious
B*tch, be careful where you're bringing your besties
Satin sheets, I ain't got no time for messes
That exorcist told me my wifey possessive
Aderrall just so we can go restless
We're f*ckin' all, all night long, no breakfast
No confessions, no questions, we both professionals
Now ride me like an open road, no pedestrian
You bought a car for the b*tch, I buy the narcs for the b*tch
You buy apartments and shit, it's nice, I just walked in this b*tch
You buy the art for the b*tch, y'all argue too often and shit
You always startin' some shit
That should come off the bench
Shout out my homies I miss, Nino and Tony and Mitch
This ain't no call you in shit, she won't come snortlin' shit
She won't go hard with a b*tch, she knows what happens today
She know we always forget
And she just posted the shit
And he's just always a b*tch
Tell him I want him to trip, tell him my guns gettin' skinny
Tell him they're starvin' for this
Give me a check, give me the throne
My hair is a minute too long
My b*tch look like (.....)
B*tches like Rosetta Stone
I made my b*tch go get a clone
F*ck 'em together and then on they own
When they catch feelings, I’m gone
I'm whippin' the Winnie the Coupe
I'm drivin' and sippin' the soup
The shit made me drift in the Coupe, as long as I get to the stu'
Ruler clip, Rick the Ruler slick
Pull up on your b*tch, you just called your b*tch
Got that "Who is this?", she don't know you exist
She on the mula shit, that's the truest shit
Make you eat your words, make you chew your shit
Then we knockin' out every tooth you pick
Nigga f*ck you and f*ck who you with
Yeah my b*tch broke but her booty fixed, wait
I just popped a Perc', another for dessert
I washed it down with syrup
I just left planet Earth, ran into Captain Kirk
I pop a Perc', I'm trippin', call me Perc' Nowitzki
Just call her Lowinski
Blurry, blurry vision, blurp—"Hello, who is this?"
I just hit the line, I got a b*tch in mind
I call her anytime
She taller but it's fine, together we're 6'9"
I hit her other line
He like "What other line?", she like "Never mind."
She can tell a lie and I can tell she lyin'
That's no lie, that's my awesome lil' b*tch
Got me a saucy lil' b*tch, got me a bossy lil' b*tch
Left her for a bossier b*tch, it cost me a arm and a d*ck
I got me a naughtier b*tch, she suck on this balls and a stick
I'm about to play golf with the b*tch
I'm way on Mars with the b*tch, she f*ckin' with Martians and shit
You shoppin' at Marshall's and shit
And yeah, you're b*tch getting trippy with me
Wanna quicky with me
She said she with that, I had Nicki with me
Said she go leggo with me
Wish you wish I had my nigga with me
B*tch, you washy-wishy, y'all can't trick me
She said "God, forgive me", I said "Nah, I'm dizzy"
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 bank accounts, plus a main account
With insane amounts, that's somethin' to think about
Plus the drank in route, now I'm hangin' out
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 b*tches ready to drink me down
Ready to drink me down, ready to drain me out
Plus my main in town
And she came around, said she ain't her style
25 million on a nice big ol' mansion
And b*tch I still haven't invited your family
When you walk in you see the art and gold Grammy's
I'ma just kill that p*ssy, closed casket
25 million on a mansion, so precious
B*tch, be careful where you're bringin' your besties
Satin sheets, I ain't got no time for messes
That exorcist told me my wifey is possessive
Aderrall so we can go restless
We're f*ckin' all, all night long, no breakfast
No confessions, no questions, we go professionals
Now ride me like an open road, no pedestrian
On god
Dedication 6 on god
Dedication 6 on god
That's some slick shit
Oh lord
Dedication 6 on lord
Dedication 6 on lord
Yes lord
Dedication 6 yes lord
Dedication 6 yes lord
muzonovs.ru©
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