letra de country - ballout
[chorus]
you might know me from the, dirt
lil’ boy that used to walk the streets
now i don’t say much because talk is cheap
rifle get to stuttering, it’s on repeat
f-ckin’ round i got a dui, for weed
yoom – that’s the sound of the plane taking off
foe ‘nem can’t wait to them chains taken off
you can’t be lunch meat
we drop them 40’s, like we from the country
bang, bang
[verse: 1]
belt cost eight hundred ayy, forty under it ayy
b-tches chase me down aye, trynna play it ayy
you can blow my candle ayy , imma stay lit ayy
she say i trynna play her, she feel like rey b-tch ay
i woke up this morning ayy, feeling really rich ayy
everything real ayy, these even the real kicks ayy
real neck, real wrists’
i’m a real n-gg-, imma need a real b-tch ayy, ok
b-tch i paid a thousand for my bedroom
been toting on a [?]
b-tch i’m feeling like the human google, i got answers
cutting all my b-tches off, i’m just looking for scissors, ayy
that’s the sound of my b-tches crying when i break up with them
these n-gg-s baloney, phoney and i can’t f-ck with them
all these baby bottles, we’re not babysitters, ayy
[chorus]
you might know me from the, dirt
lil’ boy that used to walk the streets
now i don’t say much because talk is cheap
rifle get to stuttering, it’s on repeat
f-ckin’ round i got a dui, for weed
yoom – that’s the sound of the plane taking off
foe ‘nem can’t wait to them chains taken off
you can’t be lunch meat
we drop them 40’s, like we from the country
bang, bang
[verse: 2]
ball
you know i’m in neiman marcus
valet got my demon, parked it
racks hanging out my cargo’s (racks, racks)
i bank with wells fargo (facts)
intel like el chapo
she want to be my griselda blanco (griselda)
she like “you sound like a country boy” (haha)
“but you from the city boy” (chiraq)
she listen to diddy boy (lil thot)
but her face is real pretty boy
and her waist is lil’ bitty boy
pull it from bag full of cash, no t-ty boi
we good in every city boy
back to back, no hemis boy
you can hear them h-llcats racing throught the city boy
[chorus]
you might know me from the, dirt
lil’ boy that used to walk the streets
now i don’t say much because talk is cheap
rifle get to stuttering, it’s on repeat
f-ckin’ round i got a dui, for weed
yoom – that’s the sound of the plane taking off
foe ‘nem can’t wait to them chains taken off
you can’t be lunch meat
we drop them 40’s, like we from the country
bang, bang
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