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letra de ball in peace - headie one

[intro]
one

[verse 1]
t house settings, more time on the m, you know where i’m heading (direct)
got this table just filled with twenties and tenners, i got a t house fetish (no tracky)
spent most of my teens in a bando, only this year i start knowing ’bout debits (one)
when the fiends in the town need to score off me i didn’t care ’bout score and credit (turn)
i couldn’t tell you a time cash fell at my feet, headie had to go and get it
how many times i’ve been a tennant, obviously i paid nine rocks to rent it (one)
came out of jail and i didn’t get to celebrate my twenty first and twentieth
i weren’t even home one week when i got that nina and press her (quickly)
i just out me o of each and it gets me a shotty and a stolen jeep (gang)
i had a good run this week (turn)
this fiend don’t want me to trap out her yard no more, i guess she got cold feet (why?)
you know that bando firing hot, gangdem still trapping out sophie’s (turn, turn, turn, turn, turn)

[chorus]
i been just tryna ball in peace
i’m either ot dealing with the drug squad or in the hood, it’s armed police
i took a chase and i threw that boot, i’d have done it on site like cardi b
feds p-ssed off they can’t find no smoke, all up in my yard doing carpentry
all up in court tryna tarnish me
i hope my lawyer go hard for me

[verse 2]
real ot boy, why you think feds can’t lock me in isis? (never)
and if i was locked in a local, that was for works or violence (always)
told shawty go get her mother those both (one)
still gotta peel off a bread for a smoke (turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn)
all i ever want is a gun i can stroke, b-tch, can you play that part for me?
if we get bagged with this. 44 long, will you take the charge for me? (one)
i told shawty, i don’t jugg, i just rap and i do construction partially
but i’m on the m-way doing up map, what you think i do with this cash? (turn)
fastest blacked out beamer with the gang, still jump out, do it and dash (ay)
can’t tell me ’bout hustle, jailhouse, i done it with spice and hash (everything)
you can’t tell me ’bout upsey deliveries, bandos, any excuse for the trap (everything)
i was kilometres from home tryna charge three fiddy for an ounce of amm’
now we still in hakkasan

- headie one

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