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lookin scary (ft. 2200ghost) - denny balance lyrics

[chorus: denny balance]
i said b*tch, stop it
you ain’t in my c*ckpit
thinking you my main, girl you really need to drop it
talkin’ all that sh*t, but you just played yourself i profit
tryna guilt for me nothing, your communication sloppy
b*tch, stop it
you ain’t in my c*ckpit
thinking you my main, girl you really need to drop it
talkin’ all that sh*t, but you just played yourself i profit
tryna guilt for me nothing, your communication sloppy

[verse 1: denny balance]
my mans upfront so the stick in the backseat
oh wait b*tch, i don’t got a f*ckin’ backseat
nx bottle yeah it’s looking kinda fancy
new patek talk, i don’t really get antsy
pull up to the spot twist and rip like a white dread
if he wanna play with my chips, consider him dead
no you, cannot just, plant yourself in my head
the money and my fam actin’ like the men in black pen
erase everything, yeah you talkin’ ’bout some bullsh*t
never hold on to the past, i empty full clips
my stock looking bullish, your sh*t looking bearish
look where you at tryna talk down on me you should feel embarrassed
my chains real heavy but, i could tell you hatin’, how dare ya
me and bro, call it “2200balance”
started from the garage, now we sipping from the chalice
(sipping from the chalice)
oo, stop
now you looking jealous
you done blew your chance, shoulda spoke up, shoulda tell me
now you lookin’ stupid, yeah, now you lookin’ scary
cash what i like, yeah you know i had to tell it
[chorus: denny balance]
b*tch, stop it
you ain’t in my c*ckpit
thinking you my main, girl you really need to drop it
talkin’ all that sh*t, but you just played yourself i profit
tryna guilt for me nothing, your communication sloppy

[verse 2: 2200ghost]
you see lil mama? (where?)
i like her charisma (yeah)
big p, she a baddie, shorty tell me what’s your mixture, ay
ghosty prefer backwoods, i do not do swishers
it’s me and denny b, so these bust downs gon’ want pictures, ay
yeah we see yo mr
he get in, you l!ck her (b*tch)
he don’t f*ck wit’ you, sneak out the back, keep it discreet
with 22, she be wildin’, don’t ball on no budget
juug you from yo head, to yo toes and be like f*ck it (f*ck it)
we gon’ get some lunch, go shoppin’ in public (bands)
i tell you i love you, (laugh) but f*ck it (nah)
know you ain’t deserve it, don’t know what yo worth is (nah)
treat you like you worthless, and these backwoods honey bourbon
ima take your ho’ and break her f*ckin’ back in a suburban
my wrist need a surgeon, frostbite, oou, pneumonia
don’t know what they told ya, but i’m piping and it’s over
i’m your wifey four leaf clover, she in luck when i come over
burnin’ backwoods in a rover, playboy ghosty, no magnolia (milly rock, what?)
playboy ghosty, no magnolia
[chorus: denny balance]
i said b*tch, stop it
you ain’t in my c*ckpit
thinking you my main, girl you really need to drop it
talkin’ all that sh*t, but you just played yourself i profit
tryna guilt for me nothing, your communication sloppy
b*tch, stop it
you ain’t in my c*ckpit
thinking you my main, girl you really need to drop it
talkin’ all that sh*t, but you just played yourself i profit
tryna guilt for me nothing, your communication sloppy

[verse 3: denny balance]
tell me that i’m rude i say not really, but i know
now i say nice for what, asking hundreds for show
b*tch i’m looking for the thousands, looking really packed in
tell em lose my number, if they wanna stay stagnant
my s13, the only thing i keep static (them coils)
hard not to mention, i’m a jdm fanatic
maybe sometimes i’ll bag it
if we talking corny wrap sh*t, then that gtr, i let em f*ckin’ have it
why you wanna be a savage?
all my moves is math b*tch, been thinking ’bout this since 13, that’s 18 minus, that, b*tch
this that real sh*t, the phonies never k!ll sh*t
i let that b*tch marinate, now i just stand and grill sh*t (grill that f*ckin’ sh*t)
[outro: denny balance]
i said b*tch, stop it
you ain’t in my c*ckpit
thinking you my main, girl you really need to drop it
talkin’ all that sh*t, but you just played yourself i*

- denny balance lyrics

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