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letra de ballin' g's - cash money millionaires

chorus: (eightball)
be ballin g’s we get buck
all ballin g’s just get crunk
b-tches let me see you ride that d-ck
n-gga you got ice than rock that sh-t
real n-ggas they don’t hide they sh-t
we live and die for n-ggas we ride wit
f-ck tha fame you can have that sh-t
imma slang an husltin an try to break me a b-tch

verse 1: (mjg)
i been many places
n-ggas pimpin an n-ggas playin
n-ggas hustlin n-ggas lyin an n-ggas prayin
for that allmighty
i ride them twenty inch yokohamas
in this game n-gga i broke ya momma
smokin some-a
that tropical potent thunder
slangin d-ck knockin hoes down like lumber
chancin of you seein this n-gga, stevie wonder
the pope said he want to come smoke leave ya number

(eightball)
one of the realest n-ggas you looked at trick
imma slang an hustle an try an break me a b-tch
soft -ss n-ggas don’t bust like this
eightball f-ck up all y’all when i spit
blows like snows in ohio that’s thick
catch this come up short like bushwick
trick we be known at the slap ridas cl!ck
we don’t chase hoes an hate n-ggas that ride d-ck

(chorus)

verse 2: (mjg)
give me the mic an ill give you songs
when the beats bumpin
give you something
for yo streo
an benz-o
chockin the f-ck off endo
then go
splurgin off something in some over sized excursins
livin with a b-tch you do nothin but blow herbs
when we tally hoe
daddy go
that’s when my n-ggas say boom boom crack boom boom
that’s what the trigger say

(eightball)
what i deliever
make you civil
like you was ???
break the skeleton outta mothaf-ckas who sellin them
shoot legs shootin heads necks an chests first
physically hurtin me
but n-gga the stress hurts
i got a red shirt
spreadin over this bullsh-t
sometimes i want to put down this pen and pull this
firearm
how come you think ??? with my pistol and
think i got no k!llin utensils

(mjg)
pistol play
playin wit me a get ya kidnapped
evidence show i’m just a hustla that know how to rap
post up an i’m gone bleed yo block
make it hot til it burn like a n-gga sellin rocks
dd or one d n-gga what the f-ck
my room of 45’s got my back in the cuts
??? join the club
i bust all day
just as long as a mothaf-cka pay me what i weight
hate in my bloodstream
smoked out dreams
shoot raps through my vein like a n-gga was a fiend
i told y’all n-ggas we was hard from the start
keep enough sh-t yo blow ya block apart
just to say i did that
you know who did that
that n-gga everybody know
he in the fat pack
moet if it was fly n-gga i said it
you might regret it if you wet it
and you need a medic

(chorus)
(eightball and mjg talking)

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