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bad lucc – balla lyrics

(because n-gg-…)

i’m a balla, shot calla
in the fast lane, in the range rover
call up, get head tonight
joint rolled tight, wrist stained with ice
i hit the highway, getting money to fly away
always knew there’d be a better way
a better way, better way yea

i’m a balla, money 20 feet taller
all the hoes answer whenever i call up
cause p-ssy i don’t beat, i slaughter
and they don’t take for granted when a real n-gg- on em
yea b-tch i’m on, kush keep me cloud
ain’t about paper, n-gg- get from round
whole clique bowed, you ain’t on our level
could tell by your best, be high as i travel
live fast, understood
all my b-tches bad so i’m good
lee rid the jug, we got leather in the wood
flow’s got the wood feeling c-cky
praying to the lord, he the only one could stop me
red rollie engine, push the horses like a jockey
2013 bet i sell a million copies
no ice on the grill but i’m cool with my mouth piece
send it all up, i’mma ball til they bounce me
cause n-gg-…

big ballin, smashin, makin my ins
smoking h-lla kush, getting high in the whim
big ballin, smashin, makin my ins
smoking h-lla kush, getting high in the whim
in the benzo gold as i slide down to hoes
killing my n-gg-s frost, smoke fallin out the door
diamond lane bout to show, my fool is getting chose
candy paint on the low, knock a b-tch down slow
hittin – green i smoke
spittin about the clique
presidential suite, lit bout 80 racks for the kit
and don’t quit as i get fly
from town after uptown, blowin that fire
now we worldwide, vip ride
tall bird nose and jaywalk, they can’t be denied
3-5-4 thugs, i’m bad lucc wussup
told big pun and bosco, they put that on blunts

compet-tion at a minimal, money lookin plentiful
all these diamonds and gold got me lookin presentable
i ain’t white but me and cocaine lookin identical
40 on my waist and i ain’t shootin subliminals
gun rad merry, might kill a smooth criminal
i just count casket, more -ss than an enema
she aksed to see my private, i told er i’m a general
and everywhere i go i make a movie, no cinema
i’m a doberman, yall n-gg-s miniatures
you the type of n-gg- hat snitched before they sentenced ya
you ain’t the man or the n-gg- that they send em to
you having soul salts so why the f-ck i’m gon remember you?
the new crew, i’m in demand like a new shoe
too true, it’s over for you rappers, yall tiv through
run along, hang, get up like a new noose
kush in my cigar and got a cup full of screwed you

rip to the og pimpc
dj scroo, fat battin hulk
shout out to the home boy lil troy
it’s my og right there my n-gg-
dead e and we in this motherf-cker by way of la
salute to all the b’s and c’s
run it

- bad lucc lyrics

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