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letra de balenci! - lil wavez

balenci! lyrics
[part i]

[intro]
aye
lil wavez on the track
aye, gang
yuh, yuh
yuh, gang, look

[verse 1]
balenci balenci but this not lil uzi
i f-cked on that b-tch f-cked her right in her coochie
i hop in my car it’s a foreign got 2 seats
i’m not tryna flex but i’m drippin’ in gucci
i give her good d-ck she got dizzy she woozy
i know that you mad cause i’m winning you losing
can’t speak to a thottie i know that she choosin’
i’m ridin’ at local i’m chillin’ i’m cruisin’
all of these k!llas my fans
all of these b-tches my fans
don’t f-ck on that b-tch cause i know she got ran
i ran up my money i count up my bands
you can’t be my girl no i won’t be your mans
they all used to hate now they actin’ like fans
k!llas know why you don’t need no friends
or maybe you don’t but if not it depends
b-tch i’m so fly that’s why i got wings
i pull out that choppa i’m making him sing
i’m shooting that choppa you bettеr not blink
i’m calling your phone but it never gon’ ring
thе block getting hot feel like i got a tan
don’t say that i won’t cause i know that i can
hit him with pressure he spin like a fan
i only like jordans i don’t like no vans
i’m out here ballin’ like i’m on the grizzlies
ain’t talkin’ bout weather but i been real chilly
i pull out the choppa he spinning so dizzy
this life been a movie ain’t talking bout disney
i ain’t never losing i been on a streak
i pull out that choppa let’s see if i’m weak
i send shots at his head he ain’t never gon’ speak
think you can hide, but i’m finna’ seek
[part ii]

[verse 2]
shooting his sh-t i shot right in his head
he bleeding out so he boutta be dead
i hear the sirens i know that it’s feds
run up on me cause a whole lotta red
pull out that bl!cky inside of my pocket
we shooting them glocks like we shooting some rockets
i got so much money i need to deposit it
shots to the head leave him leaking like a faucet
shots at his gang i reload the mac
this song a hit cause i’m on the track
leave a dead body nah we ain’t going back
shots to his head if they boutta attack
and they talking bout this and they talking bout that
and i feel like sofaygo cause i’m off the map
if i see a bad shorty you know imma’ tap
and that shorty she love me she sit on my lap
counting this green i ain’t talking no lettuce
keep me a rack but i ain’t playing tennis
vvs diamonds on my cuban necklace
shawty give brain you know she academic
getting this money i’m getting this paper
pull up on me boutta fade like a taper
he tryna’ fight but he fold like some paper
pull out that choppa that sh-t got a laser
that k!lla a b-tch and that sh-t it ain’t never gon’ change
feel like i’m dame you pass me the rock and i’m shooting that sh-t yeah you know i got range
i’m in her p-ssy like imma’ ‘lil choppa you know that that sh-t it gon’ spray
they call me a playboi cause you know i’m on the block and i’m tryna’ be cray
you see how i flow all over this beat i think that’s why they call me wavez
yeah i’m done fighting these demons i’m right at the top that’s why i don’t got pain
they saying p-ssy wet until i jump in that sh-t that b-tch thought it was rain
my music was ass but now that i’m making them hits you know i’m getting fame

- lil wavez

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