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Bankroll Fresh - Come wit It lyrics

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Artist: Bankroll Fresh
Title: Come wit it
Label: Street Money

{Yeah n***a, you know it's Bankroll n***a. Ain't gotta tell you this. Street Money}

Ridin' round wit it, Ridin' round wit it, Ridin' round wit it, I'm Ridin' round wit it

Ridin' round wit it, Ridin' round wit it, Ridin' round wit it, I'm Ridin' round wit it


Deadly amba**ador bullets hara**in' ya hollow tip flip out this black .40 caliber

n***as who talkin will slowly be after ya. Fracture ya skull all on top of the canister. Glock and Nine milli p**y who testin? Cross Smith and Wesson. Bullets digestion off in yo stomach it's gonna be restin'. I doubt if you make it out if you do it's a Blessing. Bankroll in this bihh flexing shinnin' hard. b**hes on my dick see me shinnin. Diamonds water fridge fresh. Bankroll fully loaded don't you see it? Street money wit me don't you n***as hear it? '69 camaro sounding like a f**in pig. Yeen no Muthaf**in k**a n***a you a f**in pig. I'm ridin around the Muthaf**in city with the Sig. You n***as talkin bout beefin' but you went and hid. Pillow talkin to these Hoes like I wouldn't hear it. I shoulda f** that n***a b**h and made my n***a hit. I'm married to the money b**h that's a tax credit. I'm going to get that big rollie so you won't forget it. Every wardrobe fully loaded, wanna bet? These n***as man Hoes call these n***as Lisa Leslie

Ain't worried bout no b**h at all n***a, I'm trying to put it in my wall n***a. I'm grindin shid get all my n***as richer. Bankroll he strapped, he always got a pistol. (Go!)
Come wit it. Come come wit it. Come wit it, come come wit it. (Repeat x2)
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Ridin round with the pack, Ridin round with the sack, ridin round wit the Gat, ridin round with the mach, and the cooler on top of dat. n***aHow you figured dat, you was gone f** wit me you Lil n***a? Imma young n***a who bout to be rich, ain't lettin a n***a trick me off the street. Bout to get me a new Peadi Flippe, might sit out, new doors off the Jeep. Comin through this Muthaf**a flexin', no shirt on. Bad b**hes on my iPhone. Quick trip callin like, what it is? I'm talkin bout n***a yeah a couple mill. n***a Vee on the line, what's good? Bankroll pull up in any hood. Yall n***as Know how I do it. Hit the booty club then I flew it. Yall n***as ain't getting money, yall lease. Broke n***a mad, see me ain't speak. I'on give a f**, f** the reason. Comin through this Muhf**a hog breathin. b**h I'm paper chasin', money conversations I thank yo b**h a** really wanna taste it. Made her get naked throw it in the air while she shake it off the ground, scrapin'. Pot scrapin', fork here.. Pot here, right now. Microwave, yeah it's near. Molly clear, take a lick. Take a hit, whiff of Dis. Street Money, big as it get. Bankroll. Bad Hoes. Blue Hundreds. New Clothes

Come wit it. Come come wit it. Come wit it, come come wit it

ComeCome wit it n***a. ComeCome wit n***a. ComeCome wit it n***a

Come wit it n***a! Come wit it n***a! Come wit it n***a!

Come on lil n***a! Come on lil n***a! Come on lil n***a. (Bankroll!)

Come wit, ComeCome wit it. ComeCome wit it. ComeCome wit it, ComeCome wit it

(Dis dat dope boy sh** here n***a. Street Money. Bankroll!)

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