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ball out - doeman lyrics

[intro]
barrio god, southside of h*town
cyp you bodied this sh*t

[verse 1]
she only rock designer got a prada p*ssy
i be bottle poppin with the product pushers
look f*ck with dodi watch the vatos push up
look cyp a g*nius, vato watch him cook up
the top of the tipping point, i gotta get the coin
which b*tch will i hit today, let me flip a coin
mama had hondas but now we tryin to sit in foreigns
we ain’t had fetti so now we gotta get it for em
i sit in bentleys duckin penitentiaries
young shawn carter, dodi independent
b*tch i gotta get it, f*ck penny pinchin
i got a mind but the semi senseless
hate on the kid cuz i’m lucrativе
ludicrous, tootin & bootin sh*t, lootin & shootin sh*t
too legit to acquit, cool with the hooligans
who do thesе p*ssy rappers think they foolin with
them vatos slide heavy , we thick in the a
hoes be staring like it’s sh*t on our face
but they dont know dodi the sh*t in the south
they dont know cypress the sh*t in la
servin weight but the purpose great
dodi special like a .38
from southeast out to south central
big mg make the birdie bake
[hook]
watch how i pull up and pop out
off that spinach like popeye
she want that fendi and prada
b*tch do tricks, voila
i need the fetti b*tch f*ck all the feelings
no time for chillin hoe i gotta get it
southside yeah we still the releast
oh you had a run but that sh*t is finished

[verse 2]
they want static let’s get it crackin
drop bombs like i’m kin to bin laden
top dawg b*tch i need a patek
dyna records hoe i got it patented
big pun i’m a dawg i’m latin
h*town in this b*tch what’s happenin
west coast east los we active
we the fetti b*tch f*ck all that chattin
she was my b*tch she a thot now
we in lennox bout to ball out
work hard i’m a star now
j hunna bring the car around
i’m in atl tryin to make a sale
can’t trust a b*tch cuz they be fake as h*ll
everybody tough til they take a sh*ll
i got h*lla bars tryin to make the bail
i’ve been ballin b*tches gotta stare
i’m with flex coppin cartiers
scr*pped lions and the hardest bears
got a big garage four cars in there
i got it lit 4*5 on the hip
big dawg i’m the sh*t
dodi legit, take a risk get rich
he hatin, we f*cked on his b*tch
[hook]
watch how i pull up and pop out
off that spinach like popeye
she want that fendi and prada
b*tch do tricks, voila
i need the fetti b*tch f*ck all the feelings
no time for chillin hoe i gotta get it
southside yeah we still the releast
oh you had a run but that sh*t is finished

- doeman lyrics

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