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lirik lagu bally baby - lmfo

[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

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