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the west Heard they gotta couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet Well uh, I oughta make it by sundown I figure that's enough time to get tha
Oooh Big bank call me big papa Big daddy tell the little mommas Slim waste wit a big bottom We aint havin no drama Big man by the little problem It
operating rooms being fed by intravenus seen as off the radar, my dark laser will drop eight stars, and chop holes through quasars a powerhouse, brute force
threat so I approached him, With due care.. "Ah Mr Pip" he said out loud, "We've been awaiting you, my name is Elwood P. Dowd", Now just what he meant by
the fuck goin' Bruh my nigga, we startin' a movement (You damn right) now listen, I can't spit (He ain't lyin', he is not him) Aye, but these niggas though?
don’t know buh I’m getting to the bank baby Damn I miss my fam baby Doubt u understand baby I been really sad lately This life is mad, crazy But I’m
there's kidnap, but she was with us so I brought her. Dun got myself into a whole heap of trouble, Double crossed by the law so it's nobody to run to,
she was with us so I brought her. Dun got myself into a whole heap of trouble, Double crossed by the law so it's nobody to run to, Yeah it's just me
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S We flyin' the first class, up in the sky Poppin' champagne Livin' my life in the fast lane I won't change by
Shawty Snap (Yeah) T-Pain Damn Shawty Snap Yung Joc (Shawty) [Yung Joc:] Ay Ay She Snapping Ah She Snapping Shawty Snapping [T-Pain:] Snap Ya
It's exciting to rush the bank you see I got bitches that bust down and dance for me I got niggas who tryna throw hands wimme I got plans wimme Somebody
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate Boys get Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
able to control this? I know some fok' that live by the levee That keep on telling me they heard the explosions Same shit happened back in Hurricane
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S We flyin' the first class, up in the sky Poppin' champagne Livin' my life in the fast lane I won't change by
This what God feel like, yeah Laughing to the bank like aha, yeah Flex on swole like aha, yeah You feel some type of way then, aha, yeah Ever
bank account is in the red Ahahahaha It’s like a jungle sometimes with all this damn development the hood is unda It’s like a jungle sometimes with all
for my bruda Get money with my bruda Rob a bank with my bruda My bruda, my shooter Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter My bruda, my shooter
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A And the rest is F-L-Y You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix And these reasons I'll tell you why You
Take your string bikinis, your apple martinis Take what's left there in the bank Take your flat iron and your curlers Your sparkling water and that damn
wanna go to my big ass home (Big ass home) where my big ass mattress I Spend them bands on (Bands on) Keep declining the shit She calling my damn phone
the bank, blow the deposit Hit the gas, I'm on they ass, I'm leaving everything behind me (behind me) Got bands and bank accounts, I was just hidin' cash
Yeah It’s a hurry pull your zipper down on life (On life) Niggas ain’t fucking right shooting more straights like we got in the bank account (Bank
action Balance my spoon and fork Even if I gotta move you out My life mhm Even by force I only take force If you mess with my resource I've been
(dig me?) I'm well connected ghetto accepted, very respected These ignorant motherfuckers measure you by your necklace (damn) Fuck what's in your
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