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Keen release his unique twist to 21 savage's Bank Account! Take a listen
Verse 1:
Welfare, all of this hell here, think my grandmama weak from pushing papa in a wheel chair, no we ain't got no credit, fuck a debit this is real hoe, gotta feed the family with a meal or a mill hoe, all of this work of that I put in strictly for enjoying the fact that nobody is relevant, I made it prevalent, fuck if u elegant, she ain't doin nothing do for me that's better then me, on God gotta get it, i survived seeing chickens, all of my niggas, down to ride for a sentence, Ima die for this living, ain't no limit, fuck a witness, ion need yo supervision, Ima menace, cataclysm, on the verge of getting vented, ion really got time for the bullshit, if you fuck wit me we get rich, if you wanna fuck wit hoes instead of chasing dough, ion mean to judge but yu a bitch,
Bridge:
Gotta bucket and sometimes I wish that it would goooooo faster, but I'm driving so it really doooooont matter, 100 thou a year is really aaaaaallll I'm asking, then after that I'm gone demolish aaaaaallll you rappers, and fuck these hoes cuz they ain't really noooooothing special, if I was popping she would fuck me foooooooor the bezel, but see the pussy doesn't make it noooooooo better,
I promise u if I was really ooooonnn then I'd have
Hook:
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 women tryna tex me now, tryna tex me now, tryna tex me now, tryna tex me now, tryna tex me now, tryna tex me now,
(On God)
But u ain't getting none of this dick, less u puttin 8 m's in my bank account, in my bank account, in my bank account, in my bank account, in my bank account, in my bank account
Verse 2:
No deposits, Donald trump don't know about it just me tryna substitute the lent inside my pockets, Ima monster I be tryna tell these niggas Im the shit, fuck wit crips and then right after sing a song to fuck ya bitch, they don't understand the pain that I been through, that's y I'm Inhumane and i break loose, of any shackles made, cuz Ima slave too, I'm finna amputate, and cut the slave roots, king kunta, 100 million bands would be amusin, if I had a million fans, wit a million cash, and I was in the benz being ruthless I'd have
(Hook)
Verse 3:
Commentary isn't necessary shut the fuck up rot inside a commissary, or a cemetery if u had a month named after you then it would be obituary ima king, put a claim on the regime, see how far it gets you please, ion got money but know I'm working for the cream, making sho my family eat, I ain't in a ghost but I will get mine, going for the throats and a bill decline, ain't no way I'm finna fold, cuz I need that quote betta hope, there's a lock on the safe this time, baby I'm woke asf it's no lie, idgaf bout u and yo vibe , Ima get the bread and floss, u gone see the lost, and try to hit my phone and u fine but I got
(Hook)
U bitches ain't getting none of this dick, less u puttin 8 m's in my bank account
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