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letra de ball - fredo santana

[hook: fredo santana]
ball on these n-ggas mane like there’s no tomorrow
got a couple bad b-tches on me, i don’t even call
call my choppa queen latifah cause i’m ’bout to set it off
real trap n-gga man, i done sold it all
marble floors, no beat down roaches on my wall
remember going to school broke with holes in my drawers
now i got ’em gucci drawers with a 1000 b-tches to call
now i’m that n-gga man, who would ever thought
now i’m that n-gga man, who would ever thought
who would ever thought mane who would ever thought

[verse 1: fredo santana]
wack n-ggas be loony tunes, i will shoot at any goon
these little n-ggas, y’all can’t fit up in my shoes
y’all know i carry big old tools, i go by them big old rules
i can teach ya -ss off even though i dropped out of school
i don’t speak for f-cking nothing, have my shooters shoot at you
if there’s beef or something, i don’t do what rappers do
in the trap, i’m trapping fool, want a pound? i’m taxing you
want a brick? i’m taxing you but try to rob, i’m clapping you
say you a street n-gga but in jail giving up your food?
boy you ain’t a street n-gga, who the f-ck you trying to fool?
10 bands on your head just to get my shorty’s something to do
more like free money and ’em cause i’ma pull up too

[verse 2: wooh da kid]
ever since my pops died, no father figure
4 years later, lost my brother, mission harder n-gga
now i’m 15 with a strapped out 30
me and little waka catch you slippin’, do you dirty
came a long way from so icy to the squad
b-tch who with me to chop some sh-t apart
momma was a hustler, daddy was a k!ller
added up my options but this pistol felt more realer
so i’ma ball on ’em like there’s no tomorrow
ball on ’em like there’s no tomorrow
i might just set it off, all in the car
100 rounds, all in the car

- fredo santana

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