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they hate i'm ballin' - tomi reed lyrics

yeah, aye!
i told you n*ggers hate i’m balling’
tomi reed
n*ggers serve dope or die?

yeah, i hardly trust these n*ggers
i don’t even trust these b*tches
i hit my fortune big
d*mn it n*ggers, done they’re leaving
these n*ggers didn’t call my line
but now i’m enjoying my life
you remind me i’m from the dirt
thats why you let me down
but now i know the dirt has made my mind grown wild and blown
i got too much flow
i got many hoes
these hoes ain’t worried about the dough
i ain’t going any lower
n*gga i don’t wanna
n*gga i’m outchea fiending yeah i’ve been thugging
aficionado, they watching thou they hate i’m sp*ce jam i’m balling
i ain’t selling my soul for all these gold
you ain’t know that i’ve been going gold
i touched some mills when i was 25
i’m rocking my whole sh*t and some nuevo
i don’t inhale no smoke
but all my n*ggers are stoners
i told you i don’t know these folks
but they all know that i’m goat

i told you my grace ain’t gone
n*ggers hate i’m balling
then i’m sipping cliquote
n*ggers hate i’m balling
n*ggers do on my say so
they’re so lame, i’m bossy
n*gga i’m fearless, n*gga i’m thugging
at least i’m better, i ain’t boring
n*ggers hate i’m balling
n*ggers hate i’m balling
n*ggers hate i’m balling
n*ggers hate i’m balling
i told you my grace ain’t gone
n*ggers hate i’m balling
n*ggers do on my say so
they’re so lame, i’m bossy

your talk ain’t bringing down my sh*t
the street tough i brand new my sh*t
i didn’t graduate with my mates
whole lot of sh*t haunt me errday
the prayers of my momma keep me going
as i go down the road
you don’t like what i’m doing
you watching, aficionado
i do research like science
you sell your sh*t i ain’t buying
savages, forgiveness
my b*tch give me real s*x
bang bang you ain’t with us
gang gang they’re need us
i told i ain’t smoke from pot
i told i ain’t smoke from pipe
do you know why? i ain’t lying
n*ggers are curious
all your sh*t won’t faze me
all your sh*t won’t stage me
no, you can’t defeat us
you’re not my messiah
you’re not mussolini
n*gga you can’t see me
i disappear, houdini
i got all the genie
i’m the realest of the realest
the meanest of the meanest
there ain’t no shame in my game
there ain’t no shame in my pain
i ain’t streaming along no more
cos n*ggers know that i’m off the hook
if i don’t die today in my cliques
i’m coming, i’m topping up the hood
i told you i’m a kingpin
i lead the squad and my entire crew

hey! you know my cheddar, my cheddar
man you done f*ck with my cheddar?
b*tch you ain’t classy, no cheddar
don’t you call me phone. don’t you ever!
up in the club and we popping
why are you hating that i’m balling?
less b*tches more money
b*tch do you got a problem?
i got snakes up in the streets
but imma still go get 7 digits
my fingers itching, now i won’t tell none of you n*ggers
better stop f*cking with me
i just want me some money bag
i don’t wanna end in a body bag
i’m minding my business, 100%
why you hating?
why the f*ck is that?

- tomi reed lyrics

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