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letra de ballhog. - realiluvv

[intro]
you not ballhog, my n-gga, i’m sorry, bro
like, let me break it to you, bro
you n-ggas will never be ballhog
y’all n-ggas will never get the ball
n-gga, no, your sh-t cornered

[verse]
huh, smokin’ on big five, huh
you not f-ckin’ with me, you the other side
i’m so godd-mn high, i can’t even drive
i’m so godd-mn fried, i can’t even lie
[?], b-tch, stop cryin’
d-mn, my new b-tch a ten, last was a nine
like no, we ain’t friends with peons
bottom of the barrel ass, you ain’t even worth a dime
drive so fast, i can’t see the lines when i drive
huh, b-tch, i’m top three, you’rе not top five
huh, i’ma od if i keep goin’
huh, she ain’t seein’ me, f-ck a pеace sign
huh, let off shots, they blam in the streets
soldiers with me let lean on the keychain
only need the money, i don’t need the d-mn fame
i kept it p, you are not the same
do a b-tch like cp3, she ain’t gettin’ no rain
huh, had his b-tch all up on me, and she love the tee stains
all i see is green, i been smokin’ big strings
huh, you speakin’ on me, and we got grease stains
rick on the tee, i got a ap on me
p-ssy so pink, look like bologna
and that sh-t sound like macaroni
i might sell a bad b-tch just like i’m tony
if you 4k, you my slime, my homie
you gon’ die, that’s on my brodie
[?] why you talkin’ ’bout me? sh-t, you don’t know me
canadian hoe talkin’ ’bout i’m a crodie
i ain’t no godd-mn one-trick pony
ayy, she wanna play games, i’m down like sony
i been on these drugs all by my lonely
there’s a million of you, i’m the one and only
the christian b-tch been so unholy
dior fit, designer on me
got all these bands, but the b-tch didn’t show me
wanna throw hands? i’ma shoot you [?]
huh, like soulja the truth
he keep on talkin’, i’ma leave him on mute
like bad b-tch rub my face, i’m cute
got too many hoes, i don’t know what to choose
i been winnin’ so long, i don’t know how to lose
[?] ass need to lay off them booze
gang ass need to get out my comments
if you ain’t f-ckin’ with me, lil’ boy, just stop it
if i like somethin’, then i’m just gon’ cop it
fine ass b-tch, all she do is shoppin’
i’m the captain, she the co in my c-ckpit
i feel like deftones when i go and rock sh-t
i’m good in my hood, i ain’t even gotta lock sh-t
ain’t finna hit ’em up on my 2pac sh-t
said he got money, when was the last deposit?
and i come in dreads, you gon’ need a bonnet
[outro]
d-mn, i knew we
i knew we had somethin’
that’s why we locked in like this
bro, over here
i knew we had somethin’

- realiluvv

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