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I took a ballerina down to the ball danceMet a couple ball players, found a ball stanceNow we in the bathroom, she found a ball faceTook some shots and balled out, now how the stall taste?I can't even go inside, my old hoes might hearI might need to hit the townI need you right here, right hereTill she reached in the trunk and found a ninaI told her: Baby, that's Nina SimoneAyy, drivin' through the liquor store faded, braidedHands in this motherfucker wavin', hazy'80s like the '90s and 2000s (Tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh)Drivin' through this motherfucker, wildin'Ayy, Brady seven pack, they come in bunchI been with the 'quad on a high note, gettin' C-notesDifferent presentation to this vibe, you need a keynotePresi' 'round this motherfucker, I ain't sendin' vetosAin't no stoppin' shit or stoppin' licks, them boys on G-OBattin' out the 504, I saved her name as CreoleBalance when I'm on a road, I get the go and T-ODominatrix Matrix when she do it like I'm NeoShit is off its sockets, they lock inMama said live up to my name, but they jockin'They gon' try go and take your face for the profitThey gon' lie, they gon' slip and slide, get beside yaThey gon' try, we a hundred deep like VerizonIn the trees with the bumble bees on horizonAin't catchin' Zs, I been in in the V, on road to ZionSell they souls, hoppin' in that mode that I ain't buyin'He ain't Slaughter Gang, then he ain't official (Yeah)When that chopper singyou really think that they gon' miss you?I spent a half a million dollars on dismissalsIt's gon' be a hearse, not a verse if I diss you (Mhm)Got me fucked up, nigga, got me fucked up (Yeah)When I send it past the ceilin', that shit stuck upAll that talkin', actin' tough get you roughed up (21, 21)If your wifey at the spot, she gettin' bust up (21, 21)Rich nigga, got my strap from Tommy Hilfiger (21)Red, white, and blue, American, I kill niggas (Pussy)Spray his block and then pull offthis a real dipple (Skrrt)Bottega pick my cotton, but I'm a field nigga (On God)I be sittin' inside the house'cause I don't feel niggas (Fuck 'em)Fuck with Baby, but my baby like to drill niggas (BabyDrill)Claustrophobic, I don't even like to chill with 'em (21)Guess I'm fake since everybody say they real niggas (On God)Got a whoopin'but you still ain't learned your lesson, huh? (Pussy)Hard-headed, you won't end up on a stretcher, huh? (Pussy)Oh, you Usher now, you givin' out confessions, huh? (Pussy)On the blogs like these hoes, oh, you messy, huh? (Pussy)Put a Louis logo on my switchI know Virgil probably lookin' down likeDamn, this nigga back on that shit (21)Back inside the club with my blick (21)Playin' freeze tag, shit, I'm tryna see who it (On God)Niggas say we opps, when they see me, don't do shit (On God)Only person believe that you a killer is your bitch (21)Makin' diss songs, this nigga died about a diss (Facts)If I see my opps while I'm in cuffs, then I'ma spit (Pussy)Wanna kill the world about your bitch'cause she on dick (21)Thinkin' 'bout the hoes that I'ma shit on while I piss (21)You ain't heard my musicwhy you ballin' up your fists? (21)Reverb on the chopper, it go baow when it hit (21)He ain't Slaughter Gang, then he ain't official (Yeah)When that chopper singyou really think that they gon' miss you?I spent a half a million dollars on dismissalsIt's gon' be a hearse, not a verse if I diss you (Mhm)Got me fucked up, nigga, got me fucked up (Yeah)When I send it past the ceilin', that shit stuck upAll that talkin', actin' tough get you roughed up (21, 21)If your wifey at the spot, she gettin' bust up
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