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letra de ballin hard (2019) - troy ave

[chorus: troy ave]
ballin’ hard, b-tch i’m hoopy, very hoopy
diamonds dance like a groupie
nice and bluey
i’m the sh-t, i’m the dooky
she said she blew me
in the rari’s how you scoop me
don’t do hoopties
ballin’ hard, b-tch i’m hoopy, very hoopy
diamonds dance like a groupie
nice and bluey
i’m the sh-t, i’m the dooky
she said she blew me
in the rari’s how you scoop me
don’t do hoopties

[verse 1: troy ave]
when i’m in la, i stay in beverly hills
it remind me of being home, you know that rich n-gga feel
if you ain’t getting money, n-gga you don’t know how it feel
the freshest n-gga in my family since my uncle was k!lled
i should go out to bel-air and say what’s up uncle phil?
he a fictional character, n-gga i’m just too real
you know me cause i’m a trapper, a shooter and k!ll
i say because i took my mama out the hood for real
i took my own bread, and gave myself a record deal
when i deal now i’m only doing distribution
f-ck your deal, if it ain’t for that distribution
i’m a big dog, baby with a cut tail
vvs shine [?]
and i’m still out on half a million dollar bail
and i’d still rather murder you before i tell
murder you before i tell

[verse 2: troy ave]
[?] you n-ggas all capo
you wanna face fight, tweet, beef and rap battle
i really clap at you, i really cat nap you
p-ssy n-ggas, no emotion, then i laugh at you
hah hah hah, that’s a body, this a scar
i’m on sunset with a baddy doin’ a [?] in a car
couple bucks left at the bar
yeah, we drunk, [?]
cause they ain’t gon’ run up on me like they did pac, n-gga

[verse 3: project pat]
i’m the fecal matter, just like the sh-t out your bladder
you’s a p-ssy, you don’t matter, run up on me, bullets scatter
rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat-a
f-ck the gossip and the chatter
diamond choker ’round my throat, guess the pockets getting fatter
whippin the dope up, b-tch this a hold up
me and the gang, we never broker
[?] you got me f-cked up
all blue hundreds, my money loced ’em
mouth on freezer, ice on t–th
and my love for the cali reefer
stingy with your b-tch ebenezer
after she ate my d-ck had to leave her
ride 2 seater
manage the trap like p-ssy-ass n-gga you livin’ the [?] life
should’ve been out there, getting your sack right
[?] get your racks right
louis, gucci, fendi, prada, i gets to have all that sh-t
baby mama she’s a monster, she gon’ swallow all the kids
but your b-tch so messy man, she gon’ tell all the biz
[?] about the way she suck my partner d-ck
makin’ a fl!ck on the iphone, but i’m real, i would never tell
baby daddy’s pockets goldfish, and my sh-t on well

- troy ave

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