Kil - ROARING TWENTIES lyrics

[Hook] It’s the motherfu*kin’ roaring twenties More money, more problems Countin’ more twenties More money, more problems Countin’ more benjis Hoes love me, hoes hate me We got so many She pull her skirt up for your boy like it’s the Roaring twenties More money, more problems Countin’ more twenties More money, more problems Countin’ more bеnjis Hoes love me, hoеs hate me We got so many She pull her skirt up for your boy like it’s the roaring twenties [Verse] A twenty dollar bill make that ass shake I give you one dime for a twenty dollar hand shake Twenty back strokes give her back pains I got green everywhere around me, look like grass stains All the single ladies, keep your hand raised She a foreign shorty, so we using Google Translate Did a couple things that I can’t say If she want the truth, then I’m ripping off the band-aid 2020 vision with the black frames Roaring twenties, but it's feeling like a second Black Plague We are not the same, what a damn shame Back then, I got mad shade from my classmates But, I guess that’s the way it go

Draw a line up in the sand, we got the SOS like “SAVE OUR SOULS” Ain’t nobody eating off my plate, I’m taking those to-go Tell her that she trippin’ if she think that I’m gon’ pay for both ‘Cause, she an expensive b*tch When the waiter come around, I ask for separate checks Now she go and tell her friends this ain’t no regular dick Tell her say my name louder, needs more emphasis Said I got a couple hits that I can bless you with And she got a couple friends and they extra thick I can’t keep a b*tch around don’t need the extra stress I make her pack up all her things like it’s class dismissed [Hook] It’s the motherfu*kin’ roaring twenties More money, more problems Countin’ more twenties More money, more problems Countin’ more benjis Hoes love me, hoes hate me We got so many She pull her skirt up for your boy like it’s the Roaring twenties More money, more problems Countin’ more twenties More money, more problems Countin’ more benjis Hoes love me, hoes hate me We got so many She pull her skirt up for your boy like it’s the roaring twenties