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letra de i just want to ball - june the legend

[intro: june the legend & larry june]
yeah
check it out
turn me up
good job, k!lla
k!lla
numbers
yeah
yeah

[chorus: june the legend]
i just want to ball on you n-ggas and get h-lla stacks
bad b-tch on my line, i’ma f-ck her, never call her back
i can’t even lie, if the p-ssy’s good, i’ll have her run it back
the way i’m thumbin’ through the racks
show you how i’m runnin’ through the packs
i just want to ball on you n-ggas and get h-lla stacks
bad b-tch on my line, i’ma f-ck her, never call her back
i can’t even lie, if the p-ssy’s good, i’ll have her run it back
the way i’m thumbin’ through the racks
show you how i’m runnin’ through the packs

[verse 1: june the legend]
i’m swervin’ in and out of lanes
with my d-ck stuffed down this model’s throat
my chain’s a kilo, you got a 10-karat hollow rope
it’s twenty on my left wrist, thirty more up on this big chain
watch me baptize the flooded-out rollie in expensive champagne
i’m thankful for the cold nights, i ain’t have it like i do now
seattle lights reflectin’ off my porch when i slide through town
it’s seven on my forgi’s, 9020 for the feet
i’m with a pretty b-tch that’s foreign
and she gon’ suck me ‘til i’m sleep
i knock a b-tch and f-ck her once, i’ll probably never call her back
unless she’s ‘bout her money bags
then, i’ll take that b-tch across the map
picked the phone up and hit my cousin larry like
“n-gga, where you at?”
he said, “i’m out in san francisco with a chick and checkin’ trap”
my new foreign came with all the options
got all these n-ggas’ b-tches watchin’
my old b-tch said she love me, but i did the hoe like tristan thompson
i hopped up out the whip in givenchy with the fendi mix
free my n-gga c
you better cuff her if you love that b-tch
it’s k!lla

[verse 2: larry june]
still havin’ plenty of it, so much, i’m like f-ck a trap
so much clarity in my watch, i could’ve bought a jag-
handmade cashmere sweater, the trap goin’ ham
chillin’ on the beach with my b-tch, i just love the sand
eighty-dollar candles in my house, that’s playa sh-t
turned down five-hunid-thousand, on some label sh-t
a driver just to take me up the street, on some lazy sh-t
house out the way – where the safe sit
i don’t rap much, i just paint sh-t
picture so vivid, lost my voice in miami jet-skiin’ with these b-tches
all about elevation, get them snakes out your circle
‘cause the ones most close be the ones that’ll hurt you

- june the legend

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