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letra de imma ball - trippy ja

[intro]
ay.. (long pause) ay

[chorus] – ybn nahmir
imma ball, and that sommer dis homies n-gga
say they gon’ hate because they know these
b-tches on me n-gga
i send a shot, i’m in b-tches like call-b seen them
loafin’ in that parking then i caught him by his lonely n-gga

[verse 1 ybn almighty jay]
my n-ggas be totin’ them glocks they pop out cu’ like
jack in the box (jack in the box)
bad and boujee i like my b-tches faces so i’m feelin like
jamie foxx (jamie foxx)
throw a party at the spot put a punch in a girl
she invite all them thots
if a n-gga got a problem then imma come through
and then i finna shot
sayin sh-t must be different that if it got 100 band
just finna sh-t in his fa’
f-ck’ thats the problem we skippin’ states poppin these n-ggas that gettin’ away
my n-ggas they vow’ and n0body say (n0body say)
big booty b-tches hit that sh-t like a crate
my jellin’ kicks, now i’m rollin skate i just wanna f-ck
i ain’t goin’ all day reachin young box n-ggas (young box n-ggas)
all these boys can’t relate (g-y)
it’s nahmir almighty jay
h-lla b-tches in our face (gang gang)
thing everyday my birthday cause i keep all them’ cakes
imma boss like jame (james)
all them b-tches know my name
(b-tch)

imma ball, and that sommer dis homies n-gga
say they gon’ hate because they know these
b-tches on me n-gga
i send a shot, i’m in b-tches like i’m call-b seen them
loafin’ in that parking then i caught him by his lonely n-gga

[verse 1 ybn nahmir]
dead homies if they sup imma blowf them minds
in i wouldn’t do that crime if i won’t do that time
take them gears to the chin if it didn’t fly (b-tch)
lift them weights and they jail that time fly by

on the block you know i keep me a mop
one damp and a n-gga get shot
30 shots wants some bustin’ the glock
now fireworks watchin’ this n-gga get popped
we walked up on shootin’ them pisto’
calm down he get smoked like a zifull’
hit a n-gga if he talkin’ that sh-t
in the formal watch him run like a b-tch
b-tch i’m hot so i keep me a pipe
talkin cause you didn’ kno i’m takin yo life
all my life bullets flyin’ like a kite
smack that head you be dead by the night
all my sorrow no i will never fold’
woah ready all my n-ggas on gol’
nak’ po’ got a lil n-gga phone
now you got my money gotta buy you a rose

[chorus] – ybn nahmir
(kinda low voice)
imma ball, and that sommer dis homies n-gga
say they gon’ hate because they know these
b-tches on me n-gga
i send a shot, i’m in b-tches like call-b seen them
loafin’ in that parking then i caught him by his lonely n-gga

- trippy ja

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