Bank Rolls (Remix) (Explicit) (Remix|Explicit)
Tate Kobang"Bank Rolls (Remix) (Explicit) (Remix|Explicit)" is a song by Tate Kobang, released in 2015 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:47 long and contains 67 lines and 720 words.
0:00Bank Rolls (Remix) - Tate Kobang
0:05B**ch I'm from Baltimore you say you was I never seen you
0:07What part you on I got some family on the alameda
0:10I love my city ask about me and I bet they know me
0:12My name good in any hood I hung around Tivoli
0:14I got a b**ch that live on Appleton she love them killers
0:17When I re up I hit my partner them in garden village
0:20My uncle jimmy 'round the corner on the avenue
0:22You baller blocking that's the type of sh*t I never do
0:25I'm from the east side you know what kind of sh*t I'm on
0:28But I be everywhere I sold drugs in Woodlawn
0:30I know some niggas down the hill that got it for the low
0:33I live in bird city ni**a you already know
0:35And I don't go nowhere unless a ni**a strapped up
0:38And if you f**k a Morgan b**ch you better strap up
0:40Talkin' sh*t'll get you and your niggas clapped up
0:43We with the shits you p**sy niggas better not act up
0:46My ni**a pistol Pete was born and raised on Biddle Street
0:48My ni**a died he ain't make it to see 23
0:51I got a b**ch that work up Norma's and that p**sy wet
0:53And every day she catchin' hacks to get to Lafayette
0:56She said she strippin' tryna get the f**k up out the 'jects
0:59But that ain't none of my business I'm just tryna get the neck
1:01A lot of rappers in my city half you niggas wacky
1:04And I ain't ever been a b**ch I'm keepin' sh*t a stack
1:06Aye someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back
1:09I been a g since kiddie discos at the hammer jacks
1:11I swear to god I could never love a dumb hoe
1:14She live on Monroe but swear she Marilyn Monroe
1:17See all my niggas never love 'em we be sharin' those
1:19Cause all these Instagram famous b**ches sharin' clothes
1:22My mama told me boy stop chasin' after stank hoes
1:24Cause all these b**ches ever wanted was your bankroll
1:27Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back
1:30Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back
1:32I love my city ask about me and I bet they know me
1:35I love my city ask about me and I bet they know me
1:37I love my city ask about me and I bet they know me
1:40I love my city ask about me and I bet they know me
1:43My mama told me boy stop chasin' after stank hoes
1:45Cause all these b**ches ever wanted was your bankroll
1:48I'm 'bout a bankroll
1:49You said you run the city oh my bad I ain't know
1:51The trenches love me so it ain't nowhere I can't go
1:54We never lackin' and we love to let them thangs show
1:57We let them thangs go
1:58I'm talkin' Montpelier to glen eagle I love my people
2:01With the Miley Cyrus the bobby brown the sour diesel
2:03Stealin' out my mama's purse if she catch you I bet she beat you
2:06Used to play in alleyways we was duckin' them dirty needles
2:08I swear the city ain't the same since we lost swift
2:11She'll live forever to the city she was god's gift
2:13We showed the police we ain't with none of that nonsense
2:16These other rappers lackin' soul ain't got no content
2:18I rep the struggle I know
2:20That you hate me f**k it I love you
2:22Watch me bubble we done up with the rod so they in trouble
2:24I don't fumble was raised in the gutter I love the jungle
2:26I ain't never had sh*t but a dream now I see them
2:29Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back
2:32Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back
2:34I love my city ask about me and I bet they know me
2:37I love my city ask about me and I bet they know me
2:39I love my city ask about me and I bet they know me
2:42I love my city ask about me and I bet they know me
2:44My mama told me boy stop chasin' after stank hoes
2:47Cause all these b**ches ever wanted was your bankroll
Bank Rolls (Remix) - Tate Kobang B**ch I'm from Baltimore you say you was I never seen you What part you on I got some family on the alameda I love my city ask about me and I bet they know me My name good in any hood I hung around Tivoli I got a b**ch that live on Appleton she love them killers When I re up I hit my partner them in garden village My uncle jimmy 'round the corner on the avenue You baller blocking that's the type of sh*t I never do I'm from the east side you know what kind of sh*t I'm on But I be everywhere I sold drugs in Woodlawn I know some niggas down the hill that got it for the low I live in bird city ni**a you already know And I don't go nowhere unless a ni**a strapped up And if you f**k a Morgan b**ch you better strap up Talkin' sh*t'll get you and your niggas clapped up We with the shits you p**sy niggas better not act up My ni**a pistol Pete was born and raised on Biddle Street My ni**a died he ain't make it to see 23 I got a b**ch that work up Norma's and that p**sy wet And every day she catchin' hacks to get to Lafayette She said she strippin' tryna get the f**k up out the 'jects But that ain't none of my business I'm just tryna get the neck A lot of rappers in my city half you niggas wacky And I ain't ever been a b**ch I'm keepin' sh*t a stack Aye someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back I been a g since kiddie discos at the hammer jacks I swear to god I could never love a dumb hoe She live on Monroe but swear she Marilyn Monroe See all my niggas never love 'em we be sharin' those Cause all these Instagram famous b**ches sharin' clothes My mama told me boy stop chasin' after stank hoes Cause all these b**ches ever wanted was your bankroll Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back I love my city ask about me and I bet they know me I love my city ask about me and I bet they know me I love my city ask about me and I bet they know me I love my city ask about me and I bet they know me My mama told me boy stop chasin' after stank hoes Cause all these b**ches ever wanted was your bankroll I'm 'bout a bankroll You said you run the city oh my bad I ain't know The trenches love me so it ain't nowhere I can't go We never lackin' and we love to let them thangs show We let them thangs go I'm talkin' Montpelier to glen eagle I love my people With the Miley Cyrus the bobby brown the sour diesel Stealin' out my mama's purse if she catch you I bet she beat you Used to play in alleyways we was duckin' them dirty needles I swear the city ain't the same since we lost swift She'll live forever to the city she was god's gift We showed the police we ain't with none of that nonsense These other rappers lackin' soul ain't got no content I rep the struggle I know That you hate me f**k it I love you Watch me bubble we done up with the rod so they in trouble I don't fumble was raised in the gutter I love the jungle I ain't never had sh*t but a dream now I see them Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back I love my city ask about me and I bet they know me I love my city ask about me and I bet they know me I love my city ask about me and I bet they know me I love my city ask about me and I bet they know me My mama told me boy stop chasin' after stank hoes Cause all these b**ches ever wanted was your bankroll
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