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x freestyle - 888 balarke lyrics

[intro]
(ha, ha, ha, ha)
(yeah, tell them b*tches, this it)
yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
(yeah, tell them b*tches, this it)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, tell them) (astro)

[chorus]
and the inside is all red (all red)
if she pull up, she giving me head (oh, yeah)
and i’m riding around with this lead (with that lead)
and i’m going to pick up her friend (h*llo)
and i’m going to sit, and she smoking on me
and if i’m feeling it, i’ll go take a lil’ nap, yeah (yeah, yeah)
and i woke up from it, and i’m rich as a b*tch (yeah, yeah)
and i put that lil’ boy on the map, huh (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1]
huh, huh, huh, huh
huh, huh, huh (yeah)
this voodoo gas in my lungs, b*tch i’m turnt up (b*tch i’m turnt up)
and if i don’t like that b*tch, it’s cause she talk too much (cause she talk too much)
i ain’t got time for these b*tches, boy, i run it up
run it up, run it up, huh (run it up)
i be counting h*lla bucks, huh (bucks)
i been grinding since a kid, huh (kid)
ride around with a f*cking sl*t (yeah)
drop the top, let’s play double dutch (uh, huh)
and i ain’t no 12, b*tch, she cannot cuff (uh)
(and i ain’t no 12, b*tch, she cannot cuff)
[bridge]
(i’m creaming my sh*t, i’m creaming my sh*t, i’m creaming my sh*t, i’m creaming my sh*t, i’m twisting my sh*t, i’m bending my sh*t)
(what did you just say?)

[verse 2]
and she’s loving the smell of my sheets (uh, huh)
if i walk in the party, i’m geeked (i’m geeked)
if i’m skipping, i’m taking a leak (a leak)
and i’m pushing that back on the seats (the seats)
keep it quiet, we keep it discreet (discreet)
n0body f*cking with me (with me)
and i’m running around with a four or a three
and i want triple eight when i bleed (triple eight)
and i’m tryna see if she a freak
(huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
she a [?] but i know she a [?]
(huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
she on onlyfans uploading her feet
(huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
and i’m praying to god we don’t meet
because if we do, i might send you to h*ll

[outro]
and she boujee, she love her chanel
if my boy locked up, i’m playing that bell
drop in the stolen h*llcat from h*ll
walk in the trap, and i’m like “what’s that smell?”
bubblegum pink, like [?]
yeah, yeah, ha ha ha

- 888 balarke lyrics

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