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babybalmainn - everything 100 lyrics

[intro]
buggy be my best friend
what!
balmainn on em
b-tch i’m ballin’ on em

[chorus]
take out a bag when i land cause we moving’ outta state
don’t understand why they mad, i put food up on they plate
apply that pressure on they neck, yeah i had to raise the stakes
you need to go run you a band your pockets lookin’ outta shape
100 bands, 100 grams, 100 chips and 100 benz (x4)

[verse]
run you a check up
bags to my neck, got my cash can’t act up
yes i be strapped up
that b-tch wanna f-ck and you know i stay wrapped up
b-tch i’m a rapper
got my brothers with me so you know i keep my back up
they gone shoot like they kanter
heard you ducking that smoke, n-gg- you don’t want pressure
b-tch you get smoked, blunt yeah i toke
hundreds and more, k it gone roar
exotic my dope, i need me that dough
i’m born double 4, was born on the coast
i pray i won’t fold, i’m keeping my soul
the kid on the road, my heart yeah it cold
made bags on the road, you want it, its sold
i creep in a ghost, its time for a toast
(yeah) fanta my juice don’t spill when i’m leaning
pockets they screaming, money what i be feigning
fake i’m peeping, only round when i’m cheesing
life ain’t easy, but one hundred is how you keep it

- babybalmainn lyrics

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