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asm bopster - 50 ball lyrics

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i got so much energy

f+ck it, ___
asm the gang

i was broke now i’m rich i can ball out
pull up on the block get some crips now we all out
we got some b+tch ass, h+ll naw we never stall out
type of b+tch you cuff type of b+tch that i dog out

she said boy you disrespectful i said so what i’m rich
i can walk up to the spot and f+ck on any b+tch
i had a fifty piece on me and nothing on my wrist
you wrote that bullsh+t down, i freestyled on his b+tch
i never bust three eighty that b+tch f+ckin glitch
if y’all glock ain’t do+do+ doin’ you need to f+ck switch
if y’all b+tch don’t shut up when you tell her you need another b+tch
they say you ain’t got a watch then you broke like flood the f+ckin wrist

im real honest thats my other b+tch
i ain’t wanna keep that b+tch i just f+cked the b+tch
i ain’t еven wanna f+ck she just come suck thе d+ck
if im a hater, b+tch i love this sh+t

oh, never was the fresh kid in school
now i got that money i can do what i wanna do
bounce out i’m hangin’ out doin signs up out the roof
you can ask your homies bout me, they tell you bop gone shoot
yeah i pulled a n++++ b+tch like i got put on
they always say i’m just a rapper cause of a good song
i got that fn b+tch it’s a foot long
cuh you got put on last year, don’t put me in your song

cuh wanna beef w me, he a new comer
but you knew i been doing this sh+t for five summers
bum b+tch need to deal he gone die of hunger
i sock his b+tch out give that n++++ the cold thunder

f+ck it imma slap his ass he get disrespectful
f+ck i gone test his b+tch and ass to get this lethal weapon
y’all whole group of apple streams ain’t even testin mine

ma, b+tch i run them streams up huh
tiny bop b+tch i run that green up huh
i f+cked her too good her feet stuck huh
come over and eat d+ck you need lunch huh
when i finna nut i grab her head and freeze up huh

i was broke now i’m rich i can ball out
pull up on the block get some crips now we all out
we got some b+tch ass, h+ll naw we never stall out
type of b+tch you cuff type of b+tch that i dog out

she said boy you disrespectful i said so what i’m rich
i can walk up to the spot and f+ck on any b+tch
i had a fifty piece on me and nothing on my wrist
you wrote that bullsh+t down, i freestyled on his b+tch



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