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balloon (feat. tyler, the creator) [explicit] - doechii lyrics

(ooh)
(ooh)
(ooh)
(ooh)
(ooh)
(i wanna rock, i wanna rock, i wanna rock, i wanna rock, i wanna rock)
(don’t stop)

yeah, we ain’t talkin’ to your dumbass
you could be a millionaire and still be a bum ass
boy, i’ve been in a dream, i’ve been on a to—
(don’t stop, do*don’t stop)
(okay, look) why i work so hard? my soul profit
why i can’t settle down? i like options
why i hate small talk? i like topics
house shoppin’, i’m a pig, i love coppin’, ugh
no bbls, i like a cups, ugh
long legs, pretty when they wake up, ugh
n*ggas run they mouth, wanna race up
everything real here, no lace front, okay
i doze during december, i slay
and i don’t even like girls, b*tch, i’m way up too high
b*tch, i’m on my own d*ck, i don’t need your box, ugh
f*ck them regrets (ugh), call them and get all that weight off your chest (huh)
got my brothers here, we the wayans
not my only girl, but you my favorite
i’ve been flyin’ high, where’s the pavement?
enough of me, can i get an amen?

ooh (don’t stop)
(don’t stop)
can i get an amen? (don’t stop)
(don’t stop)
(don’t stop)
i’ll air this b*tch out like balloon (don’t stop)
i’ll send his b*tch ass to the moon
i’m at the top, ain’t no room (don’t stop)

aight, where the swamp is?
flyest b*tch up in the room, i need a c*ckpit (need a c*ckpit)
i need some peta for this p*ssy, they want the croc’ print
i’m finna air these dl n*ggas out the closet
i let it in (let it in), i let it out (let it out)
i’m a bi b*tch, but i need that p*ssy now
if he is g*y, then i am g*y, and we are nouns (we are nouns)
me and tyler finna take your b*tch down
oui, oui, merci
keep it cute when you’re in my city
i’m five*two, a*cup titties
i don’t need you, ’cause i already f*ck me
i don’t need a range when i got an airboat
i don’t need a plane, ’cause the airboat float (don’t stop)
out in new york, walk around bare*toed
i don’t need a passport, i’m a swamp b*tch, oh*oh

(don’t stop) don’t stop
(don’t stop) don’t stop
(don’t stop) don’t stop
(don’t stop)
(don’t stop) i air this b*tch out like a queef
i’ll send your ass back to the streets
i’ll spray your whole block with le fleur*
he gon’ eat this p*ssy up, ’cause it’s sweet

(ayy, ayy, ayy) don’t stop
(ayy, ayy, ayy) don’t stop
(ayy, ayy, ayy) don’t stop
(ayy, ayy, ayy)
(ayy, ayy, ayy) don’t stop
(ayy, ayy, ayy) don’t stop
(ayy, ayy, ayy) don’t stop
don’t stop

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