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back to ballin - woodboy gee lyrics

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yeah, b*tch i’m back to ballin, might open up my trap they done got back to callin
back to tricking, might go and bust my wrist this b*tch like half a chicken, f*ck a dinner b*tch i’m the type of n*gga take that half a million, ski up in her already know she fixed so she can’t have my children

mansion come wit 2*3 kitchens, lil bro in here water whippin, sh*t u n*ggas be doing be fishy, i won’t serve you if you iffy, i dont wanna talk to much inside my music cos they might come to get me, she dont like f*ckin at the house, so we had s*x in the city

cut off my social media i’m in trapper mode, ain’t leavin the city until i get my f*ckin package gone, she like gettin on facetime but i be calling off my trapper phone, 21 racks i made today f*ck n*gga i just went savage mode

b*tch i’m back to ballin, back to cappin, back to scheming, back to clapping, i touch them n*ggas when i record it, they be jockin the way i wrap it, sell me a hunnid plays jus off my face, they liking the way i bag it i was sitting back in that cut 2023 now im letting u p*ssy n*ggas have it

- woodboy gee lyrics

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