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letra de sneak the balls in - cashclick boog & rio da yung og

[intro: cashcl!ck boog]
latrell boys, b-tch
(tommy ii)
(fre$co, that’s cold)

[verse 1: cashcl!ck boog]
call shots like the president, you can’t impeach me
score some tree from ngb ’cause the drink from meechy
this b-tch keep blowin’ up my phone, i’m startin’ to think she creepy
off-white jordan 5s on, it ain’t no creases
i just came from bfa, my bank increasin’
just signed a rap check for fifty, that thing was decent
he ain’t got the pink slip for his car, i think he leased it
i don’t ever leave without the strap, i can’t be beefin’
you ain’t never put a n-gga on ice, in your raps, you cappin’
walk up in the club with all this ice and attract the dancers
i been sellin’ dopе all my life, boy, the trap be slammin’
if this rap sh-t don’t go right, thеn i’m back to scammin’
give a model b-tch some wood, i’m a lumberjack
r.i.p. d, we spent h-lla money at somerset
cut into a b-tch like, “where your head? i ain’t come for s-x”
if she got big b00bs, i’ma hump her chest
thirty in the geezy, i’ll squeeze ’til it’s nothin’ left
why i keep pickin’ up this cup and it’s nothin’ left?
i’ll never talk to the law, even under arrest
if a n-gga say it’s on the floor, i’ma come collect
if tommy ii on the beat, the speakers knockin’
i’ma probably overdose off lean like speaker knockerz
some thirty ponters in my buffs, just peep the goggles
land in your town, sell my ‘bows, then leave tomorrow
you got holes in your kicks, your sneakers talkin’
he don’t hit the road and turn around, boy, he just talkin’
25k to ice my mouth out, my t–th is flawless
if she let me stick the tip in her mouth, i’ma sneak the b-lls in
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
five-percent tint on the whip, heard the people stalkin’
oh, you syringe the pints too? sh-t, let me get a needle off you
come get the pills while i’m in town, i don’t be here often
them dead bodies got me paranoid, i hear mosquitos talkin’
sh-t, we could dump an eight
we could pour another four, we could dump a tracy
forty-two hundred up in saks, i don’t f-ck with macy’s
wanna hear about a n-gga gettin’ k!lled, i don’t f-ck with jay-z
moncler vest on cost eighteen-eighty
i’ll stretch a n-gga in walmart, but i ain’t dababy
b-tch really think she gettin’ off, but i ain’t that crazy
gotta move a hundred pounds by myself, i ain’t that lazy

[outro: rio da yung og]
n-gga, ghetto boyz

- cashclick boog rio da yung og

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