Immigrant

Lyrics
[Chorus] I break numbers, bitches backs, and my bank account and snitches ligaments Vixens when I ask how I get figures in They got dividends, bread is legitimate (Bitch) But the taxman thinking I'm innocent So the white man want my imprisonment Gotta stay vigilant I ain't no idiot In the end, I'm a wealthy immigrant Full speed like we're tryna get rid of them Me and them man ain't no equivalent Bro got spinners and sugar and cinnamon Can't fuck with the African militant Old meth and my bros still killing it Opps been feeling it Bad ting giving it, uh Cash flow look too hideous The money give me the white man privilegе [Verse] I know for a fact this worker won't follow me round if I pull out them racks My n***as don't window shop, wе pull down the window and push it back (Blatt) No action but way more chat, these fuck n***as ain't on jack They say the louder, the more they're brass I see ya, I see that you're stacking flat (I see it) She wanna gun for gang and me She's on her knees, that's blasphemy I swear, God please don't be hard on me (Please) The Glock been singing in harmonies In different keys This bitch getting hit on beat Don't trust nobody except myself, cause nothing in life is free [Chorus] I break numbers, bitches backs, and my bank account and snitches ligaments Vixens when I ask how I get figures in They got dividends, bread is legitimate (Bitch) But the taxman thinking I'm innocent So the white man want my imprisonment Gotta stay vigilant I ain't no idiot In the end, I'm a wealthy immigrant Full speed like we're tryna get rid of them Me and them man ain't no equivalent Bro got spinners and sugar and cinnamon Can't fuck with the African militant Old meth and my bros still killing it Opps been feeling it Bad ting giving it, uh Cash flow look too hideous The money give me the white man privilege
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- Writers
- Fimiguerrero