balling - luxio lyrics
luxio
got a lot of hundred bands
got a lot of money stashed
i got so much cash
you know i’m keep it stack
too much, can’t even do the math
pull up with a fresh whip
you know i’m stay lit
b*tches love my fit
you know i got the drip
they tryna get a tip
pull up to the crib
she give me a l!ck
you know i’m f*cking and dip
i’m loving these blue strips
designer clothes, no counterfeit
luxio
you know how i do this
imma keep it simple
you know i’m popping
popping with akimbo’s
you know i ain’t losing
i’m ruling like a temple
you know i ain’t stepping
i’m repping this crew symbol
you hating on me
i’m rambling my career
yeah i got luxury, i got ap’s
yeah i got hoes, i got ladies
lately i been chilling
while you keep lurking
at my page hating
you a bum, it’s time for pacing
act hard, i’m still waiting
doing rap easy, never changing
i’m never missing
like tom brady
smoked a backwood
yeah i’m lacing
hustle to the top like i’m racing
i’m off 3 jiggas
but i’m still pulling big triggers
you know how i do this
i’m balling on your n*ggas
you n*ggas can’t do it like me
you n*ggas try to be like me
i’m balling on you n*ggas uhuh
i’m balling on you n*ggas uhuh
i’m balling on you n*ggas uhuh
luxio
got a lot of hundred bands
got a lot of money stash
i got so much cash
you know i’m keep it stack
too much, can’t even do the math
pull up with a fresh whip
you know i’m stay lit
b*tches love my fit
you know i got the drip
they tryna get a tip
pull up to the crib
she give me a l!ck
you know i’m f*cking and dip
i’m loving these blue strips
designer clothes, no counterfeit
gassed
f*ck on that b*tch
in the back of the coupe
i don’t give a f*ck about you
diamonds on my wrist
yeah them sh*ts, they blue
and you know i keep me a tool
p*ssy n*gga
you mother f*cking fool
dumb ass, should of stayed in school
got that gun in that picture
but don’t even shoot
and all my n*ggas balling
but we don’t hoop
no i do not need a feature
f*ck that b*tch
but no i don’t need her
your b*tch
she look like a creature
your b*tch, yeah she is a treesha
yeah motherf*cking balling
and the money f*cking calling
and the b*tch keep stalling
these n*ggas on my page
yeah these f*ck n*ggas stalking
can’t waste my time
can’t waste my time
got a bad lil’ b*tch
yeah she on my line
finna hit the top
yeah i’m on my grind
got a bad white b*tch
like to snort on lines
and these n*ggas only talking
tough online
got a glock on me
yeah that sh*t is mine
getting that green
ain’t talking about lime
n*gga quit rapping
this sh*t is a sign
i do my sh*t
on my own d*mn time
i can tell a b*tch lying
i look in her eyes
your b*tch hit me up
and she say that i’m fine
i’m the mother f*cking greatest
i don’t need to rhyme b*tch
luxio
got a lot of hundred bands
got a lot of money stash
i got so much cash
you know i’m keep it stack
too much, can’t even do the math
pull up with a fresh whip
you know i’m stay lit
b*tches love my fit
you know i got the drip
they tryna get a tip
pull up to the crib
she give me a l!ck
you know i’m f*cking and dip
i’m loving these blue strips
designer clothes no counterfeit
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