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letra de 5kfreestyle - blo

[intro: blo]
need ball money
i could’ve been a ballplayer, i just wanted ball money
i ain’t wanna be a ballplayer, i just wanted ball money (exo)
i could’ve been a ballplayer, i just wanted the ball money (dollaz cooked this sh-t up)

[verse 1: blo]
could’ve been a ballplayer, i just wanted the ball money
n-ggas cap like it’s all there, same n-gga need to borrow money
she ask can i pay for her hair? i just gave her all hundreds
she on her second bbl, that’s why she ain’t got no stomach
remind me, done lost a bean, gotta put sh-t up for my children
tell the p-ssy-ass boy that i’m chillin’
as a kid, you was passin’ out water, ask the water boys, they’ll tell you i was stealin’
b-tch mad that i f-cked her friend, p-ssy-ass ho, need to get out your feelings
tell the truth in all my songs, but i can’t speak about them k!llings (shh, shh)
bro got found dead, news say he got shot in the head
like my money blue, if you play, this sh-t can get red
yeah, i still f-ck with dog, but we don’t talk ’cause he in the feds
bro gettin’ rich off merch like ced, she done said f-ck me and left me for dead
i want 5k for a feature
i want 5k just to come land at your prison drunk like nice to meet you
five hundred for a jbl speaker
showed my jamaican grandma my strand, she like, “d-mn, this some good reefer”
i put the dot on the top of his head, the red one, feel like mia khalifa
i’d still f-ck on mia khalifa
chief keef was my idol, i never listened to wiz khalifa
white boy sh-t, go justin bieber
stefon diggs, i’m a wide receiver
her boyfriend jeffrey, still believe him
told my new b-tch she ain’t gotta worry ’bout destiny or a b-tch named leah
shout out to my new b-tch, she be f-ckin’ me good, virtually when i see her
old car still get peeled
murk somethin’, murk somethin’, my n-ggas go babydrill
srt, never stole a kia, but i’ll go spin out the stolen kia
don’t even know me, but told me she love me, i looked at her twice like, “be for real”
[verse 2: lil blaze]
they like hold up, who that is? that’s lil blaze, so be for real
ayy, who the f-ck done put lil blaze with blo and all he do is drill?
i’m mr. put a dub on n-ggas’ head without a record deal
the fire department called, they say he hot as f-ck, he need to chill
so they threw his ass in jail for wildin’ out, they need to free him
n-ggas broke, these n-ggas trim, they ain’t caught up with me in years
all these f-ckin’ transactions, at this point, i don’t even see ’em
all in prison payin’ rent for places i don’t even live
pay his b-tch to come straight out her clothes and capture it on film
hold up, wait, style got flowers, a few hundred to a thousand off the rip
money showers, have you washin’ all the hate off with some bills
quarter pounder my left pocket, food be supersized in there
zero mileage on the v truck, yeah, this b-tch costed a grip
doin’ time, i got my feet up, i don’t care how these b-tches feel
every day, i make a thousand, speed it up, i want a mil’
i buy stuff for all my b-tches, i don’t care who them b-tches is
but if they run they mouth, they runnin’ me off, that’s what it is
excuse me, b-tch, say watch your mouth, all of us got large amounts
stk for dinner, with the vibes, we don’t do no waffle house
so much d-mn money in this b-tch, i d-mn near lost the count
if he ain’t got a dub, then excuse me, sir, you cannot come around (lil blaze go crazy, b-tch)
ayy, hold on, let me drill a minute, drill in my unhealed edition
every time i try to shake it, i’m relapsin’, i start feelin’ different
blaze ain’t learned a thing, been gettin’ sh-t spint, yeah, while he still in prison
drop a check on bro, then he may die layin’ in the field division
i might pop a duck, i ain’t pop a perc’, my pockets stuffed, i’m papa smurf
go against this sh-t, gon’ need a church, i’m a belt boy, b-tch, i go berserk
like a f-ckin’ print shop, we put n-ggas on a f-ckin’ shirt
need a f-ckin’ pitstop, stopped his car, he couldn’t even go to work
good example of how them switches burst
hold up, wait, let’s get it started, glizzy, he done went r-t-rded
mini drac’ gon’ turn the biggest gangster to a mini barbie
see, i can troll, but don’t respond, i send a blitz, we get to arguin’
ain’t gon’ lie, you could say nothin’, i’m still gon’ spin your sh-t regardless
cutw-ter got her cuttin’ up, stroke her good, she nuttin’ up
like football in the hood, she throw her number up, i bust her up
i think my b-tch a virgin, at this point, no one can f-ck with her
somebody get this beat a f-ckin’ doctor, i done f-cked it up

- blo

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