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bally baby - lmfo كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(kidd ace on this b_tch, so you know he cooked it)

[chorus: bally baby]
what you need today? (huh?)
i’m still sellin’ new pack in the same clothes from yesterday (from yesterday)
n_gga ain’t got nothin’ but a glock, n_gga that’s the wrong box
fine sh_t talkin’ ’bout, “ice me out,” she know i got a knot
yeah, okay
let me find out you n_ggas finished, hatin’ on the low
let me find out you got traffic jam, can’t even move a ‘bow (and what?)
let me find out you hustlin’ backwards, trickin’ on these hoes
let me find out these n_ggas cappin’, they ain’t get no load (okay)

[verse 1: abgr lil cory]
i’m a shark up in the trap, these n_ggas small fish, nemo
so much money on me, all these godd_mn cheetahs like cheeto
n_ggas poor and sh_t (yeah), my pockets stay flooded with a b_roll
boss ain’t nothin’ to me, n_gga, i can flip a metric ton
why compete with n_ggas? n_gga, i done already won
know i been the one, stay doin’ sh_t these n_ggas never done
i still shine in the dark, ’bout to ruin up n_ggas like the sun
how you trappin’ outchea, you ain’t got no money for your bond?
i like my money crispy, 30k i blew, this sh_t look neat
i’m a young rich n_gga (yeah), feel like g, i need a super freak
i make a b_tch do what i want, she ain’t prayin’, but on her knees
hundred k in a backpack, light ten get you gone for cheap, yeah
[chorus: bally baby]
what you need today? (huh?)
i’m still sellin’ new pack in the same clothes from yesterday (from yesterday)
n_gga ain’t got nothin’ but a glock, n_gga that’s the wrong box
fine sh_t talkin’ ’bout, “ice me out,” she know i got a knot
yeah, okay
let me find out you n_ggas finished, hatin’ on the low
let me find out you got traffic jam, can’t even move a ‘bow (and what?)
let me find out you hustlin’ backwards, trickin’ on these hoes
let me find out these n_ggas cappin’, they ain’t get no load (okay)

[verse 2: bally baby]
a shoebox ain’t enough for this sh_t, tryna fill a safe
n_ggas f_cked up, don’t wan’ swing a door, still tryna find a chase (crazy)
i spent two racks on balenci’ boots, i’m still servin’ j’s
i got twenty different flavors in the trap, n_gga, i don’t even know the names
i can’t leave the trap alone
plays on my line, i’m puttin’ this trap sh_t on a microphone
i’m smokin’ ammo in the pent’, could see the georgia dome
put limo tint up on the whip, but still see every stone, yeah (okay)
been had racks, ask how i got it, this sh_t came from takin’ risks
started with a zip, i ain’t have a pot to p_ss
i got this sh_t out the mud, that’s why i keep sippin’ tris
these n_ggas playin’ with packs, they f_cked it up, these n_ggas grits

- bally baby

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