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rush hour - ballout lyrics

[intro: carter, chin & ballout]
d*mn, chin, this is some greasy sh*t. you ain’t got no better food, like some chicken wings, some baby back ribs, some fries or something?
chinese food, no soul food here!
i didn’t say nothin’ ’bout no soul food, i said you got some better food. i don’t want that greasy sh*t. how you gonna sell a big box of grease?
*chinese*
i’m chilly a what?
i’m no punk b*tch
i ain’t no punk b*tch, neither!
i’m no punk b*tch!
the f*ckin’ glo boyz, all

[chorus]
i walk in just buyin’ sh*t, i don’t try it on (nah)
and yo b*tch love to send chief keef as what’s my cologne (yeah)
i’m up to go back to the ‘raq, i’m flyin’ home (yoon)
moncler, acg’s, f&n, i got it on (all)
and i’m ridin’ with my brothers right or wrong, ridin’ along (yeah)
and my eyes lower than ching*chong, i’m off strong (wah)
and you n*ggas act like monkeys, i’m goin’ gorillas, king kong
and these n*ggas be like james carter, watch out for detective lees

[verse]
i’m in cali, she from hong kong, i’m about to go overseas (yah)
international tourin’, booked up, i’ma get my bag and leave
i just popped up with a bag of money, you know i gotta let ’em see
and the foreign i’m ridin’ in drive by itself, it ain’t got no keys (skrt)
i been up two days with this way, ain’t got no sleep
i had to get the whole load off, i’m coutin’ the bands, i speed
everytime we in pub’, me and my n*ggas can’t wait to tweak
i just got a new painted flood, we gon’ take some weed
and my wine blowin’ city need a hundred, they some geeks
two models with me right now, they some freaks
said that they wanna stare in my movie and they wanna release
said they ready to go viral and they want everybody to see it (go)
[chorus]
i walk in just buyin’ sh*t, i don’t try it on (nah)
and yo b*tch love to send chief keef as what’s my cologne (yeah)
i’m up to go back to the ‘raq, i’m flyin’ home (yoon)
moncler, acg’s, f&n, i got it on (all)
and i’m ridin’ with my brothers right or wrong, ridin’ along (yeah)
and my eyes lower than ching*chong, i’m off strong (wah)
and you n*ggas act like monkeys, i’m goin’ gorillas, king kong
and these n*ggas be like james carter, watch out for detective lees

- ballout lyrics

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