big ballers - bound to happen lyrics
(po boy)
once again it’s a day in a life
for some n-ggas who insist to constantly live trife
throw your hands up
playa it was bound to happen
n-ggas drop boxxing me everytime i’m rapping
getting m-th-rf-cking tired of this bullsh-t
playahating kick in your whole prostate
and out your way proceed to get the middle finger
cause i don’t love you n-ggas and that’s the f-cking reala
cap peala indeed it fade cappadons
big w-ll–s and b-tches who wanna act silly
now play with it
it’s a shame in this dirty game
f-ck fame
when ms. thang got a dirty name
cr-p game
and f-ck n-ggas smoking zook zook
it was bound to happen across my black boots
and n-gga f-ck looking cute for these stank hoes
all a n-gga want is weed and a bank roll
now hear me now
(chorus)
(s.a.)
i wanna kiss you on the cheek and bust ya
till a n-gga get a ????? and touch ya
you know the rules playahating get a n-gga bruised
late night at your mama house to cut a fool
off the chain
and the sense weed don’t help none
conversate for an hour with my crone gun
four n-ggas in the bushes all i do is whistle
all h-ll breaking loose when yo hear me whistle
n-gga what
see you f-cking with these real n-ggas
and everybody got pistols but see we up quicker
got a clique only robbing n-ggas crone guns
and grand theft broken down in the under son
big balling ain’t a muthef-cking thang huh
i was raised by one it’s in my blood son
cut me deep might penetrate the concrete
my a.k. with a draw clip while i sleep
n-gga what
chorus
(mighty farrow)
it was bound to happen
yo the gun clapping went to rapping
and you know it’s pure satisfaction
if guaranteed
to the keys
on her knees
giving straight neck aiming to please
at the emb-ssy suites
morning flight to the bahamas
yots and lots for the real don dollars
and we don’t see her
and we wouldn’t want to be her
my dog coming top
and i’m coming tech-nena
in the drop top benz
seven figure dividend
how the f-ck you gon’ lose when you always win
yo the money getters
mike rippers
don p, henny sippers
strip club big clippers
we real k!llers
eight pack gold grillers
f-ck yo -ss up in a minute gold diggers
put your rodies in the air
m-th-rf-ck them busters
big money
big w-ll–s
down south true hustlers
chorus
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