| Man these bitches ain’t on shit
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| Man, I been popping, bitch just check my resume
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| Hundred bands, times a hundred bands
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| Can you get it, ain’t no running man
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| Keep a hundred rounds, we gon' get him
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| I ain’t never gave a fuck about no bitch
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| Cause I’m bigger and I’m better
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| Keep a Smith & Wesson, we can do whatever, aye
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| You say you a boss, I know you a lame
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| And that nigga ugly what the fuck you saying?
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| You ain’t getting money girl you need a plan
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| You a broke bitch, always holding out your hand
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| I’m a real bitch, I just be getting bands
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| Spend and get it back and I split it with my mans
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| That money in my hands put it right on your head
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| Ain’t no loss, I’m a boss I can do this shit again, aye
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| Fuck a role we speak facts!
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| If a lame bitch talking I won’t even speak back
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| Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we back
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| Pop up on 'em make a bitch see that, aye
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| Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash
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| I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
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| Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
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| Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, aye!
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| Aye, I’m a real bitch I can’t fake shit
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| You a fucking pussy you don’t say shit
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| You just figured it out, bruh, you late bitch
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| You a broke bitch you ain’t got no bands to play with
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| Somewhere out in Cali do the dash in a spaceship
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| You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain’t shit
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| You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
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| Bitch you bankrupt
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| All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
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| Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash
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| I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
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| Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
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| Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, aye
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| Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash
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| I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
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| Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
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| Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, aye
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| Bitch bands, bands, gon' fuck up the dashboard
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| Bitches want problems we gon' give 'em what they ask for
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| That’s what this cash for, I need that like a landlord
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| You bitches half step, somebody please drop a bag on 'em
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| Bitch why you lying you ain’t never got no cash ho
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| Ho you nigga why you trying to act tough ain’t no straps on you
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| Bitches turned their back, yeah its cool I just stacked on 'em
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| I was getting money way before I seen rap money
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| Them hoes hate together when that check end
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| But bitch you more broke than your best friend
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| That chop right beside me like my best man
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| Fuck a wedding when it ring watch her head split
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| You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
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| Bitch you bankrupt
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| All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
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| You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
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| Bitch you bankrupt
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| All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
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| Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash
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| I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
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| Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
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| Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, aye
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| Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash
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| I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
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| Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
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| Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, aye
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| Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass
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| Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bankrupt , by - Cuban Doll. Song from the album Aaliyah Keef, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп