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letra de mr been balling - rxknephew

[verse]
i’m been balling baby that’s my name
you can go and ask my aunty she gon’ tell you the same
the way i bust that cocaine down look like i’m johnny dang
you can go and ask my plug he ain’t front me a thing
only had three grams of cut, but i made it seven
unc made money for a beta up at 7-11
the way them 3.5s be looking like a dope boy heaven
if you ain’t got all the money for it
b-tch you shouldn’t have said it
i sat in that trap with 31 grams and watched that sh-t move
you making it hot in front of my trap, tell that n-gga to move
you having a bad day just call my phone i’ll get you through it
i want 6’s on that audi they like neph don’t do it
all the opps strapped up in the house they ain’t going outside
i told my b-tch to put your shoes on, wе taking a ride
i got that grr-five in the trunk b-tch ain’t no sparе tire
i see a opp, all he gon’ hear is five five five
baby like take time off, i’m like picture that
nephew sitting in the house broke, baby, picture that
i got a flight coming up to cali i’m tryna go get a check
i come back with that f-cking za she like how you get it back
i got this money off the dope bowl not streams b-tch
my dope hit like a makeup line like maybelline b-tch
if you think you seen something you ain’t seen sh-t
i took that loss and bounced right back that sh-t ain’t mean sh-t
that lil’ b-tch think she rxk just ‘cuz she eat the d-ck
i gave unc a sample of this, i’m tryna see some sh-t
if that b-tch ain’t trapping with you n-gga, leave that b-tch
my b-tch ass fat it look like she got 3 of them sh-ts
that glock get to going r-t-rded on that tt sh-t
my 3.5 fat as f-ck, like a chichi is
they left me sitting on my ass and they ain’t leave me sh-t
now every time they ask for something
imma be pleading the 5th
i pull up in that audi now she wan’ give head in it
that b-tch got so much sp-ce she can do my dreads in it
open up that sunroof, let her put her legs in it
i drunk a fifth before i hit it, i was dead in it
that work taste so d-mn good, like i put my leg in it
i don’t f-ck with that trap house, they got the feds in it
walk in my trap a b-tch won’t see no jimmy jazz in it
i walk in kick a b-tch out like they had jazz in there
yuh

- rxknephew

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