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letra de ball x parlay - le$ (boss hogg outlawz)

[intro: le$]
the higher i get, the more i be f-ckin’ up. so, good thing we out of weed. only ‘til i get to the house though. i got more weed at the house

[verse 1: le$]
champion sweats, balenciaga’s
these days, only movin’ for a dollar
i’m always unbothered when i’m out in the streets
smellin’ like gas right in front the police
don’t be f-ckin’ with my peace, when you see how i’m chillin’
gon’ take a hit of this, you gon’ see how i’m feelin’
got the sauce like walk-, never slip when i’m spillin’
tryna go from underground to the top of the ceilin’
i can never judge you for the point of your view
everything been done before, pimp, ain’t none of this new
see, i’m lost in the game, better get you a clue
my words’ true, only faces i won’t see is blue
i pass it off to my right hand, a real n-gga, not no hype man
money mitch style, gold chains on my nightstand
six rings, might put ‘em on my mic hand
once you outta wind, bet your kite land

[chorus: le$]
whether sunny or gray, we gon’ ball and parlay
we gon’ ball and parlay
whether sunny or gray, we gon’ ball and parlay
we gon’ ball and parlay
whether sunny or gray, we gon’ ball and parlay
we gon’ ball and parlay
whether sunny or gray, we gon’ ball and parlay
we gon’ ball and parlay

[verse 2: le$]
i’ve been my own boss, always move at my own pace
cool young playa, i remind ‘em of old ma$e
paper over p-ssy, that’s just somethin’ i don’t chase
love, i ain’t no rookie, i just got me a young face
i been out the loop but not out of touch
cookin’ up some plans that i can’t discuss
still up in the race, if you ran with us
yall movin’ kind of slow, you ain’t ran enough
i’m thinkin’ 2020, got my vision on next year
gotta stay ahead, put my sh-t into next gear
circus full of clowns, you ain’t got no respect here
n-ggas can’t rap, they all startin’ to dress weird
i see the world clear through these gold frames
ain’t no lanes, if it is, i’ma still sw-ng
my sh-t bang, we done had the high score for a minute
you ain’t got enough coins or the sk!lls to ever switch it, lil’ n-gga

[verse 3: larry june]
my bike five-thousand, parked it next to the beamer
baby h-lla bad, i think her name was moesha
only here for two days, said she really from cleveland
met her at barnes & n0ble, drinkin’ coffee and readin’
she probably never met a n-gga like me in her life
kimchee fried rice on my way to the fight
it’s just a white tee, but the jacket is nice
purple north face complimentin’ the ice
we can parlay, tito’s on ice
your boyfriend a b-tch, so your pimpin’ is hype
purified water, i just added the ice
eighty percent f-g, gotta roll that dice
i can’t say baby wrong, she don’t know no better
flipped the old-school with italian leather
put my face on the orange juice and made a k!llin’
had to do the steak and shrimp for my texas n-ggas
what’s hannin’?

[outro: larry june]
good job, le$
good job, roger

- le boss hogg outlawz

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