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ballin4diddy - sheemy lyrics

[intro]
it’s that mdotty n*gga
it’s jieken, by the way

[chorus: sheemy]
first thing’s first, if i ever got touched, then you know that i let off some shots
took trips, n*gga give me my props
and i’m ballin for diddy, that sh*t never stop
oh they smoking on bro? okay, that’s why i’m smoking on e with the dot
we gon spin thru that block, me and chop
scream out gz, say it back you shot

[verse 1: sheemy]
word to my dead, i got multiple scenes
word to my dead, i done made n*ggas bleed
word to my dead, i done upped it in fashion
just take a look at the paint on my jeans
n*ggas be flashing that money for b*tches
seen him in person it ain’t what it seem
notti got packed up, roll him to ashes, n*gga got poked up like he was a [?]

[verse 2: ebk choppa]
they know i’m with bheemy
thot b*tch she tryna еat me
i’m loving the way that she greet mе
whisper in my ear, she tryna get neaky like
but i was in fargo’s like
limited edition, you cannot get in this cargo like
she tryna f*ck on a top one
she be saying i’m a star tho
but she be tripping
she not playing her part tho
i know his body, he don’t got a lot of heart tho
stupid n*gga fall for the line, he thought with his d*ck, not playing it smart tho
put it in sport, this is a stoley, not ‘posed to park those
[verse 3: sheemy]
i don’t care if it’s stolen, i’m walking
3 dead’s, one year, they horsing
no, i ain’t linking a b*tch tryna force it
think ima fall for the line, they off it
and yeah we can talk about money and scenes
still got more don’t matter
n*ggas dissing then die it’s a pattern
look at they [?] got left with a ladder
oh my god, this sh*t could get spooky
i’m the jet, n*gga, die or salute me
free jacob got booked for that movie
lil bro caught a hit so i drip him in louis
yeah that boy is a rat, ratatouille
all my opps get sent to the guey
slow the whip down there go*
slow the whip down there go dudey

[verse 4: ebk choppa]
.40 just [?] with the nina
i keep tripping on notti
never say that you a steamer
d*ck sucking from the sidelines
tell them n*ggss pick they mans up
fanned out n*ggas trolling
why they keep saying we linked up
everything for diddy, they already know that we teamed up
these hoes on our d*ck, he driving slow, tell him pick the speed up
they tryna*
thot b*tch she tryna eat up
she keep saying she love me
but i already know she the treesha
[chorus: sheemy]
first thing’s first, if i ever got touched, then you know that i let off some shots
took trips, n*gga give me my props
and i’m ballin for diddy, that sh*t never stop
oh they smoking on bro? okay, that’s why i’m smoking on e with the dot
we gon spin thru that block, me and chop
scream out gz, say it back you shot

- sheemy lyrics

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