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Juice WRLD - Bankroll lyrics

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Bankroll by Juice WRLD


[Intro]
Uh-huh (Hit-Boy)
Uh, let’s do it
[Chorus]
All talk, uh
b**ch, you’re all talk, uh
Nigga, you’re all talk, uh
b**ch, you’re all talk, ayy, ayy, ayy
All talk, uh
b**ch, you’re all talk, uh
Nigga, you’re all talk, uh
b**ch, you’re all talk, yeah
[Verse 1]
Temper gun
30 clip, load it up, make ’em run, b**ch
Evil kid, triple-nine, f**k a nun, just for fun, b**ch
That ho use my kids and some f**kin’ fun, damn
I’m a magician, I make her panties drop, drop, drop
Lil’ bro got the Glock, he pull up on your block
Shoot your in your face, he did that sh*t a lot
Huh, live like GTA, no card, oh my God
Nigga, what? When I was young, I used to rob for some [?]
What the f**k? Now I’m rich, give a f**k ’bout a lick, uh-huh, uh-huh
I still see walkin’ licks, it’s hard for me to not give in, uh
I’m a dog, niggas fleas on my f**kin’ skin, uh
I’m a dog so if I like her, I’m gon’ f**k her friends, uh
Don’t do subliminals, keep it at minimal
b**ch, I’m a motherf**kin’ criminal
Got your b**ch up in here eatin’ me up like some cereal
Shoot a move with a cinema
[Chorus]
All talk, uh
b**ch, you’re all talk, uh
Nigga, you’re all talk, uh
b**ch, you’re all talk, ayy, ayy, ayy
All talk, uh
b**ch, you’re all talk, uh
Nigga, you’re all talk, uh
b**ch, you’re all talk, yeah
[Verse 2]
Weight up on my shoulders feel just like a boulder, get it goin’
Shawty want my boulder, shawty on my scrotum, what she on?
Better check my quota, got to pay for this dick though
Tried to set me up, her nigga the opps, I say that sh*t smoke
Then I make him croak (Make him croak)
She hop on me like a frog, thought she was finna croak (Don’t croak, don’t croak)
Gave her some of this love, take this dick no joke (No joke, no joke)
Told her “Don’t take it to the heart,” told her to take it like she a boss
And my dick her Cuban cigar, puff, choke, choke, choke
I aim to get that cash like I’m Puff, woah, woah, woah
The cops stay on my ass, I got to lay low (Lay low, lay low)
Count the bankroll, I’ll be back bro
Keep it a dank roll, knowin’ the gang
I’ll pull up and tank toe
[Chorus]
All talk, uh
b**ch, you’re all talk, uh
Nigga, you’re all talk, uh
b**ch, you’re all talk, ayy, ayy, ayy
All talk, uh
b**ch, you’re all talk, uh
Nigga, you’re all talk, uh
b**ch, you’re all talk, yeah
All talk, uh
b**ch, you’re all talk, uh
Nigga, you’re all talk, uh
b**ch, you’re all talk, ayy, ayy, ayy
All talk, uh
b**ch, you’re all talk, uh
Nigga, you’re all talk, uh
b**ch, you’re all talk, yeah (Yeah)



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