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2319 the rapper – ballix lyrics

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i’m in all grey like magadbury
p#ssy boy you can’t come at me
i was making a fuss about all of these sl#ts
then i found out that always ends badly
i was in a rush to show b#tches some love
then i found out you b#tches all trashy
like who gives a f#ck
like hit up the plug
get my pain relief in a baggy

they call me owey mort
f#ckin on fat birds and dort
we bitta smoke get him sort
thanks for financial support
summons stacking up from court
my plans they trynna thwart
try as you may you come short
pickled my head about wh0res
f#ck small talk and building raport
b#tch take off them muhf#ckin shorts
legs wide open like a door
know when im done imma deport
30 seconds like yeah i just busted
f#ck do you mean you want more
playing this sh#t like a sport
consume on my s#m#n and show herself the door

i’m in all grey like magadbury
p#ssy boy you can’t come at me
i was making a fuss about all of these sl#ts
then i found out that always ends badly
i was on course en route to them wh0res
but their p#ssy smell like baccy
like who gives a f#ck
like hit up the plug
get my pain relief in a baggy

b#tches they act like the circus
now im just actin like theyre worthless
let them determine what your worth is
just stay on my grind and my purpose
sorry for myself like an urchin
then that bald n#ggas strats started workin
scarcity now it’s in surplus
f#ck a 25 i want a thirtus
i put my plug in her socket
then i blast off like a rocket
locate some dort when im hurtin
then i do a bit of insertin
don’t like outside please close the curtains
i hit the skrrt when im skrrtin
i spark up a bong when uncertain

i’m in all grey like magad
p#ssy boy you can’t come at
making a fuss all of these sl#ts
found out that always ends bad
i was on course all of them wh0res
their p#ssy smellin like bacc
who gives a f#ck
hit up the plug
something bout a f#ckin bag

got your b#tch wetter than my starter pokemon
hollowed like my soul is gone
won’t be throating me for long
cause i don’t be lasting long
like when you get aced at sp#wn
had to fill her up and use my mouth
your b#tch is like my bong

smokin and shooting my s#m#n
battling all of my demons
i hit the piece with the peeps
i roll it up with the heathens
only a little beheading
my question, the f#ck is this little p#ssy bleeding?
heard they was chatting that funky
problem being i can’t even see them
hopin that yellow dont sneeze
i might have to start believe
shout up the ra and the queen
b#tches on me like lightning mcqueen