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letra de 8balls - rome streetz & big ghost ltd

[intro]
a-yo

[verse 1]
life a b-tch, i’m f-ckin’ her from the side with a leg up (haha)
i’m sl!ck, i give a d-ck, but get no chips out of the treasure (nah)
my mind full of diamonds, that’s fortified outta pressure (ding)
.45 on my dresser, compact like the benz compressor
get your neck cut, for thinkin’ that you next up
got fiends handin’ over they checkers, i got the best stuff (i do)
left ’em with they nose froze, they sniffin’ snow on the block
when i rock the tuxes, diamond links all in the couple
hooligan, the buddah be smooth like max julien
icy cubes all through the ring, true, these fools need tutorin’
i was young with two tools maneuverin’
was too small to have a n-gga shook, i had to shoot the thing (hah)
chop his head, sn-tch the crown off, how i salute the king
form the lucid dream, girl, i f-ck her like my newest fling (haha)
have her callin’ out for the lord, like she sing at him
stretch her out like before the gym, i’m really him
[chorus]
“i’m out-i’m out-i’m out here slingin’, slingin’
bringin’ that, bringin’ that, bringin’ that drama, tryna come up in the game
and add-and add a couple of dollar signs to my name
i’m sellin’ 8b-lls” (a-yo)

[verse 2]
eyes on the prize, my mind focused on millions (that money)
but these bum-ass n-ggas will never catch me minglin’ (never)
smoke two l’s to the face, baby, i’m jinglin’
this the end where the villain wins
in order for me to come body to boss, i gotta knock off the middle man
flame as sh-t, leave his wigs sizzlin’
sickenin’, put all of your n-ggas in the mix, i’m in different
you just a pile of corpses like dead fish in the riverbed (y’all n-ggas trash)
thousand for the fit, two leather straps on the vivians
the sh-t since as they did me in the water at the christening
all sorts of slaughter when i’m on recorders listentin’
flippin’ off your cam corder, kiss the ring
grayham order hunnid in my hand, his face froze when he sniffed the thing
used to be the baddest on the row, not a b-tchin’ fiend (yeah)
you either get washed up or grow ahead to switch the scene
now i’m doin’ paid stage shows out in switzerland (out in switzerland)

[chorus]
“i’m out-i’m out-i’m out here slingin’, slingin’
bringin’ that, bringin’ that, bringin’ that drama, tryna come up in the game”
[outro]
man, i don’t f-ck with none of these b-st-rds (none of ’em, these b-st-rds)
i’m like a f-ckin’ father to these b-st-rds (b-st-rds)
i’m the future, it’s no lie [?]
i don’t f-ck with none of these b-st-rds (none of these b-st-rds)
try maneuverin’ when i fire the bazooka
this middlefinger, rap with the hoodie, uh (rap with the hoodie)

- rome streetz big ghost ltd

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