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balak - sour lyrics

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[intro : balak]
bro you should of heard this man
we did like 25 f-cking takes bro

[chorus : balak]
i don’t really care for you anyway, you been tryna’ dance on me everyday
when i pull up to my homies crib, you know we gon’ make a mil in a day
hold up i got hoes on me now, f-ck a marriage you know that i’ll never vow
pull up to the house and you know i plow, then i dip out while i’m saying ciao

[verse 1 : balak]
i’m a gifted individual, doing bad sh-t but i’ve never been a criminal
i’m an o.g. you can call me original, got a lot of bands on me you know that’s typical
aye, yeah you know we cashed out (cashed out)
aye, yeah you know we g-ssed out (g-ssed out)
been drinking all day and that mothaf-cka’ drank so much that he p-ssed out

[chorus : balak]
i don’t really care for you anyway, you been tryna’ dance on me everyday
when i pull up to my homies crib, you know we gon’ make a mil in a day
hold up i got hoes on me now, f-ck a marriage you know that i’ll never vow
pull up to the house and you know i plow, then i dip out while i’m saying ciao

[verse 2 : b-money]
flipping, dripping, pop it like it’s sloppy toppy
shawty sipping, falling for me in the lobby
blinded from the sun, super bright just like a fire
my sh-t never get old, no retire
get back on it like i’m riding like i own it
speakers in my car so f-cking loud so i think imma’ blow it
rolling in the left lane with my main man
sh-t is super bright so i pull me out some ray bans

[chorus : balak]
i don’t really care for you anyway, you been tryna’ dance on me everyday
when i pull up to my homies crib, you know we gon’ make a mil in a day
hold up i got hoes on me now, f-ck a marriage you know that i’ll never vow
pull up to the house and you know i plow, then i dip out while i’m saying ciao

[verse 3 : yung byst]
i’m a gifted individual, born with my looks and the rest is residual
rolling off of medical, so many hits i can’t see through my reticle
you beating me, now that’s hypothetical
i murder this beat ’cause yung byst is unethical
prepare for defeat this sh-t hit like an edible
always in lab mixing up seminal chemicals
and we back on, blowing out her back and the track phone
closing out my tabs then i’m back home
open up her legs it’s a snack zone
tell her come again if i’m getting back on

[chorus : balak]
i don’t really care for you anyway, you been tryna’ dance on me everyday
when i pull up to my homies crib, you know we gon’ make a mil in a day
hold up i got hoes on me now, f-ck a marriage you know that i’ll never vow
pull up to the house and you know i plow, then i dip out while i’m saying ciao



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