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lambo truck - ballout lyrics

[chorus: ballout]
this lambo, b-tch, it cost a quarter just to [?] (vroom)
the mansion cost a mill just to sit inside (mansion)
i asked her did she wanna try a threesome ight (a threesome right)
i see her getting off the coat, they getting high (they getting high)
i gave them couple grams just to get them by (just to get them by)
the 41 got my face looking fried (bling-blaow)
[?] walk in my cup and i don’t get tired (nah)
we got bills for the low and you can’t beat the price (goooo)

[verse 1: ballout]
shawty looking like a pizza, i think i need a slice (i think i need a slice)
orders flying out the door, i think you need to buy (i think you need to buy)
racks showing on me n-gg-, f-ck n-gg- try (f-ck n-gg- try)
the birdies for the low, man the babies flying (brrrrrr)
and these b-tches on the pole’ cause this money flying (money flying)
and the truck got two hundred ’cause it’s money time
i done been around the world, girl this money mine (this money mine)
and the prices going up and you dummies buying (dummies buying)
n-gg- you sell what? man you dummies lying (dummy)
we do this sh-t everyday and you n-gg-s trying (n-gg-s trying)
smoking exotic weed, drinking dirty sprite (dirty sprite)
in the lambo truck running red lights (skrrt, skrrt)
boy i been playing with money, been had my bread right (been playing with money)
saying you ain’t hear about me, you a d-mn liar (you a d-mn liar)

[verse 2: h-llabandz]
my composure heat the pot up, i scr-p berry white
i got migos cross the boarder, that’s how i serve the [?]
you play with me, no longer order i’m a take your life
we got birds for the low and pigeons for the high
making thunderstorm and rain, bullets out the sky
you play with me, i’m on your -ss then you bound to die
like the booker eli n-gg-, never tell a lie
and b-tch i’m really black disciple, b-tch been that guy
we spin that black, we send some shots, they tired of hiding
and that’s that reason i keep that glock, you n-gg-s gon’ die for trying

- ballout lyrics

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