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touch the ground - kenzo balla lyrics

[intro: akon & kenzo balla]
elias beatz
hey ladies, drop it down
just wanna see you touch the ground (grrah*grrah)
don’t be shy girl, go bananza (like)
shake ya body like a belly dancer (grrah*grrah)
hey ladies, drop it down (like)
just wanna see you touch the ground (every opp shot)
don’t be shy girl, go bananza (everything dead)
shake ya body like a belly dancer

[verse 1: kenzo balla & akon]
bullets they hit him, turn him to a dancer
n*ggas don’t want the smoke ’cause they got cancer
if you dissing me, then i’ma blam ya
i don’t give a f*ck about no cameras
outside buggin’, totin’ on the hammer
chrome hearts, black and white just like a panda
last opp got lucky that it jammed up
othеr n*gga dead, go pick ya mans up
i’ma get up close and lay him down
i wanna see that n*gga (touch thе ground)
on my bully, looking for the hounds
bend through the hill, let off a couple rounds
kenzo balla upping at the crowd
smoking on country, carrying out the pound
what now? man down, flocking at n*ggas ’cause i love the sound
bullets go into, sh*tting out hallows
me and my n*ggas into crackin’ tacos
bend the hill, i’m looking for the opps though
they ain’t outside, take a trip to the vatos
5’z on top, we gon’ f*ck up the spot though
buddy ain’t coming if he can’t be chopped though
every time i seen the opps, they got low
cause wherever i’m going, my knock go
all these new opps, who jacking these n*ggas?
they just dissing, we clapping at n*ggas
finger itching, fiening for the trigger
b*tch, i’m with max and tana, ’cause we them drillers
opps p*ssy, them n*ggas ain’t k!llers
smoking on lotti, got poked in his liver
sh*t real, but this sh*t could get realer
n*ggas is foo, we gon’ cook him like dinner
don’t run, don’t trip, don’t fall, don’t slip
i’ma up it and cl!ck from my hip
get right up on him, turn him into a spliff
who*who cl!ck? who spin? who b*tch? who bend?
if it’s war, this sh*t’ll never end
i’m tryna’ k!ll a n*gga and his friend, like
me and rayy gon’ blitz on a opp
2*3 chops gon’ cl!ck on the opps, like
i’ma flock this sh*t until he drop
send shots if that n*gga bunny hop
pu*p*ssy n*ggas never bend they block
n*ggas got shot and took it on a hop
moving rock ’cause the wocks in the spot
choppas on us, we got knockers on knocks
big knock and this sh*t got a kick
i could never put trust in a b*tch
i can only put trust in my bl!ck
hop out, tryna’ hit him in his sh*t
lotta’ opps gettin’ took off the list
its a whole lot of opps in my spliff
its a lot of shots in my grip
how many stupid n*ggas that got hit, like
[verse 2: rayy balla]
keep cl!cking ’till he touch the ground
we catch a hit, then we fly out of town
call up kenzo, he slide with the pound
watch how the mac will up at the crowd
n*ggas talk, but they never around
me and my n*ggas we tryna’ link now
talk on bro, get you shot to the ground
shoot him again if he making a sound
i be laughing and joking, but all the shooting i’m promoting
if i ain’t got the knock, i’ma poke him, f*ck that, told lil g run him over
pop a perc, i hate it when i’m sober
she be fiending, telling me “come over”
hit it twice then leave it, i’m a loner
when these bullets hit him he a goner
he a goofy, now he getting rolled up
spin they block, we steady doing donuts
get back, n*gga, what’s the hold up?
when the opps see us, yeah, they froze up
they ain’t shooting, n*gga, they ain’t throw none
get up close, rip him like a cold cut
they be talking but they gotta show us
how y’all spinning, but y’all never shoot?
every time we spin tryna’ hit more then 2
cl!ck*clack, n*gga get left on the news
don’t try to front and go out like a fool
n*ggas know wassup and they know what we do
n*gga tried to run and got shot out his shoes
boy, you better duck when i run into you
n*gga, i been cl!cking, this ain’t nothing new
pass it off to kenzo, he know what to do, like
[verse 3: tg crippy & akon]
f*ck the opps, why they all on my d*ck?
they keep saying they looking for rips
shut the f*ck up, you ain’t looking for sh*t
dubski, luchi, dead on the strip, like
and, these opp n*ggas no competition
they just mad, ’cause they mans went missing
chase pop out, he tryna to dismiss ’em
how you know i was right there with ’em?
tana my cousin, yeah, i know he gon’ get ’em
we dropping the 4’s while we looking for victims
who that right there? go get ’em
if you up it, then you better hit him
they dissing, but these n*ggas never be spinning
country shooting got me feeling different
these n*ggas is mad ’cause my n*ggas be winning
how y’all mad ’cause my n*ggas be winning, like
on the sev, you flocked it? nesty you p*ssy, you just need to stop it
how you flock it, but you never dropped sh*t
i keep it on me, i ain’t with the boxing
n*ggas feds, they be telling, how you gon’ label my brother a menace?
like chess, not checkers, so y’all better get it together
free bro, never telling, did you see how he (touch the ground)
oh d*mn, oh well, how did it happen? i don’t know how
yus gz, you a b*tch, and ya clothes, fake as sh*t
shot in your chest, what you did? n*ggas know you ain’t never do sh*t
move look got hit in his sh*t, and that blockwork n*gga a b*tch
d&d, n*gga, you ain’t do sh*t, oy*ogz said you a snitch
got a glock and it came with a stick
beam on the chop, ain’t no way i’ma miss
if he trip, he get shot, you know when he dead when his whole body drop, like
f*ck that, i’m on hots, you ran on woo lotti, let that n*gga die, like
smoking yellow, got me high
you talking on jb, now you gotta die, like
smoking caine, got me high
if i catch lil d he gon’ (touch the ground)
he ain’t dead, then we spinning around
dubskii shooting, right out the pound, like
[verse 4: kenzo balla, rayy balla & akon]
f*ck the gz, them n*ggas need to stop
they don’t do sh*t when they bend on the flocks
i told cuzzie, “don’t stop ’till he drop”
5th to the sev, we gon’ make this sh*t hot
we keep spinning ’till somebody drop
hop out the v, tryna’ clear out the block
tg with us and he brought the mop
spot us a vato and he getting shot
like what? like how? rah rah, mexi (touch the ground)
i’ma flock, i ain’t playing around
get up real close and i’m laying him down
we up, y’all down, dubski, lotti (touch the ground)
and my ooters, they don’t play around
pass up and watch how they boom at the crowd
spinning t’s, i’m totin’ on a pound
catch yus gz, he gon’ (touch the ground)
catch a o and leave him on the ground
we stay on court, these n*ggas out of bound
spin the well, i’m looking for a hound
catch lil bookie, he gon’ (touch the ground)
i’ma flock this sh*t, i love the sound, me and my n*ggas we always around
like

[outro: akon & kenzo balla]
hey ladies, drop it down (grrah)
just wanna see you touch the ground (grrah*grrah, boom)
don’t be shy girl, go bananza (every opp shot)
shake ya body like a belly dancer (ahh)
hey ladies, drop it down (everything dead)
just wanna see you touch the ground (grrah*grrah, boom)
don’t be shy girl, go bananza (grrah)
shake ya body like a belly dancer (mb)

- kenzo balla lyrics

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