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letra de ball n chill - rob49

[intro]
yeah
what’s up, man?
show you how to step or some’
actin’ like you ain’t know where we come from
sh-t’s crazy

[chorus]
yeah, ball and chill, i know how the game go (yeah)
but i’m still out here hustling, tryna stack my change, woah (yeah)
too much hate and i can’t do my thing (i can’t do it)
i can’t do my thing (yeah)
i still got two more half a pounds to sling (half a pounds to sling)
pounds to sling (yeah)
say, i still be flexin’ to much in my bullet proof black truck (yeah)
still ain’t get touched, about to say f-ck that and buy a track hawk
stunnin’ like stunna (yeah)
sn-tching n-ggas and sh-t i’ve done it (yeah)
so imma be up on mine i got that philly incoming (i got that philly incoming)
[verse 1]
they say it’s lonely at the top or somethin’ (they say it’s lonely at the top)
but i wouldn’t feel that way ’cause i would put my n-ggas on (’cause i would put my n-ggas on)
when me and zay was swiping cars and was servin’ hard (and was servin’ hard)
i don’t know why but i still be feeling like he still my dog (yeah)
i know he not, but i still love him (yeah)
can’t believe i brought this up (can’t believe it)
i still feel envy from them n-ggas who i go to war with (who i go to war with)
i try my hardest not to put my real life in this rap sh-t (try not to put my real life in this)
get out the hood, but i can’t lie, these n-ggas got me f-cked up (i can’t lie, these n-ggas got me f-cked up)
mm, yeah, f-ck i got my l, keep going back to court, i hate it there (yeah)
tryna do sh-t right, but my big cuz had me in stolen cars (yeah)
he ain’t even tell me nothin’ (yeah), i’m thinking i’m ridin’ good (yeah)
but we going fed, if we get caught, we doing five years (yeah)
d3 caught a headshot, i still be feelin’ dead inside (yeah)
we was supposed to ride the game and shine, but you ain’t wake me up (yeah)
i ran through this b-tch, that’s why i keep saying i run new orleans (yeah)
gooded in the hood, we got a problem, tell a n-gga, “sorry” (yeah)
f-ck, i was cool with you n-ggas (yeah), i went to school with you n-ggas (yeah)
y’all was the main ones sharing, now y’all want see me not living (yeah)
i was outside when you wasn’t (yeah), i was smoking weed at 11 (yeah)
i was selling weed at 16, i heard them n-ggas said that i didn’t (yeah)

[chorus]
yeah, ball and chill, i know how the game go (yeah)
but i’m still out here hustling, tryna stack my change, woah
too much hate and i can’t do my thing (i can’t do it)
i can’t do my thing (yeah)
i still got two more half a pounds to sling (half a pounds to sling)
pounds to sling (yeah)
say, i still be flexin’ to much in my bullet proof black truck (yeah)
still ain’t get touched, about to say f-ck that and buy a track hawk
stunnin’ like stunna (yeah)
sn-tching n-ggas and sh-t i’ve done it (yeah)
so imma be up on mine i got that philly incoming (i got that philly incoming)
[verse 2]
what? i’ma stop my shine ’cause you n-ggas hatin’ on mine (yeah)
how when n-ggas do that (yeah) and i’m real? respect my mind (respect my mind)
i got all my vultures tweakin’ (yeah) tryna go put sh-t on the shelf (yeah)
co just got a p, go break that b-tch down in the note (go break that b-tch down in the note)
sh-t so dry, i heard big rick ain’t even got nothin’ (yeah)
that n-gga usually have somethin’ (yeah) when it’s a drought season, asked out season
so me and my vultures (yeah) got this project sold up
selling ‘za for bub numbers this whole summer (yeah)

[bridge]
yeah
mm, yeah
what you servin’? (yeah)
yeah, i’m servin’—, i’m servin’ p’s
what they say? what they say? (what they say?)

[verse 3]
yeah (yeah), whitney houston (yeah), brodie serving whitney houston (brodie serving whitney houston)
took a bad b-tch out the projects, f-ck her good and brought her booted (yeah)
thuggin’ hard like a motherf-cker (yeah), trappin’ hard like a motherf-cker (yeah)
ain’t want let me f-ck a year ago, now she telling me sit for her (now she telling me sit for her)
1942, turnt up quick, now she sucking d-ck, n-gga (now she sucking d-ck, n-gga)
yeah, haha (haha)
yeah (yeah)
ayy, turnt it up quick, now she sucking d-ck, n-gga, yeah (yeah)
sucking d-ck, n-gga
[chorus]
yeah, ball and chill, i know how the game go (yeah)
but i’m still out here hustling, tryna stack my change, woah
too much hate and i can’t do my thing (i can’t do it)
i can’t do my thing (yeah)
i still got two more half a pounds to sling (half a pounds to sling)
pounds to sling (yeah)
say, i still be flexin’ to much in my bullet proof black truck (yeah)
still ain’t get touched, about to say f-ck that and buy a track hawk
stunnin’ like stunna (yeah)
sn-tching n-ggas and sh-t i’ve done it (yeah)
so imma be up on mine i got that philly incoming

[outro]
n-gga (n-gga, n-gga, n-gga)

- rob49

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