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letra de ballah - jojo2faded

[intro: jojo2faded]
yeah, ballah
yeah, ballah

[verse 1: jojo2faded]
cl!ck-clack, two different straps like it’s mixed-matched
i’m posted in the ghetto where yo homie got his sh-t sn-tched
always gettin’ funky, have to keep a blam on me
[?] servin’ ounces to the og
n-ggas gettin’ mad ’cause i’m puttin’ in that pressure
in it just to win it, and i’m always with the extras
playin’ for the team, and im bringing home the cheddar
(talkin’ out yo f-ckin’ ass) now yo block is getting wet up
baby throwin’ top and i barely even met her
i’m posted in the set, told the fed to throw the set up
yo team full of rats, of course you n-ggas fed up
and my b-tches with the sh-ts, best believe yo ass is set up
[?] like you ’bout it, on my momma you a hater
like grow a pair of nut’s and run my mother f-ckin’ fade up
i’m straight up, they hate us ’cause we gettin’ back to paper
and my team is stupid solid, ain’t n0body that replace us
40 on me, and it’s tucked by my waistline
im f-ckin’ up her guts ’cause i know her n-gga hate mine
money callin’, and i ain’t pickin’ up that facetime
i’m really with the smoke, give a f-ck about yo gang sign
got the sp-ce juice and the a2 twin
duce duce steady aimin’ at yo face dude
all this weight up on my shoulders, we could never fit the same shoe
and i bust for my brothers ’cause i know they’d do the same too
[verse 2: alo bandz]
b-tch, ugh stay the f-ck up out my business
boy i put that on my momma, got no patience for you n-ggas
get the f-ck up out my dm’s, send locations if you with it
how you talkin’ h-lla gangsta, and ya (gang is full of b-tches)? (huh?)
you ain’t about it, you be hanging out with snitches
i’ll do a n-gga b-tch, and leave them both up in they feelings
alo bandz, he really ’bout, ask about him he be trippin’
talking h-lla crazy, talking shots but they don’t send them
h-lla bust down, bad b-tch let me (f-ck now)
all up in her end zone, n-gga that’s a touchdown
fly n-gga, so she finna let us gut now
hop out with them big sticks, if it’s funk bound
f-ck now, big chains really stunt now
bad b-tch, but she h-lla ratchet, h-lla run down
you ain’t really with it, you a f-ggot put that (gun down)
made a b-tch choose, and i made her whip her funds out
she dont even like kids, and still put her tongue out
gun smoke, hot sh-t, n-gga h-lla gun sounds
n-gga getting robbed if he wanna bring the drugs out
big bucks, chase a f-cking bag like a dog hound ugh
like my last song n-gga all facts
f-ck you, and all yo n-ggas, all rats
tell that b-tch bring it back, n-gga all stacks
put you on a status rest in p-ss n-gga all caps
put that d-ck in her mouth, she don’t talk back
if she f-cking with the gang, then it’s all bad
heavy hitters on the team, and they all strapped
[?] wearing all black
n-ggas wanna ride through like its gang [?]
n-ggas really love to talk, boy dont say sh-t
boy i’m finessing for that bag, i ain’t pay sh-t
n-ggas bangin’ on the net, n-gga bang this
i been chillin’ with yo bruv, that’s yo main b-tch
boy how they ’bout it if i never seen them spray sh-t?
why they talking ’bout the gang up on some g-y sh-t?
hit him and his [?] f-ck around and got his brain split
turn it over, flip it over, that’s a tray flip
dracos, 40’s, p-ssy n-gga that’s a tray6
lane switch, hit, judge i gotta pay rent
big [?] finna face this
all love for the homies, zero hate b-tch
i been riding with gorillas going ape sh-t
f-ck all that, throwing 30 out the k
b-tch i’ll catch a n-gga fade, f-ck around and break his face in
no cap p-ssy n-gga get a face lift
how these n-ggas finna tell me that i ain’t sh-t?
you ain’t never f-ck a b-tch that you ain’t kiss
f-ck her then i pass her to the bros let the gang hit ugh

- jojo2faded

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