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big yavo - bally sneaks lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, let that sh+t ride, tav)
ayy, you dig? (this sh+t here boomin’, man)
(48hz)
(the largest)
pull off, p+ssy
(prezzley p.’ll get you popped, n+gga)
sh+t took (sh+t us)
(get your ass popped, boy) on gang
(let’s go)
ayy
[chorus]
all of my diamonds be clarity
that ain’t my ho, she don’t call me your majesty
owe me somethin’, better not run off, i’ma tackle it
it was 7 o’clock, got ate up on the balcony
tris in my cup, this sh+t dark like an african
i was broke, but now i live lavishly
slammin’ these p’s just like bobby lashley
i might catch me a play in some bally sneaks

[verse]
ayy, my homeboy sell girl like natalie
come get you a lunchbox ’cause i’m sеrving these sandwiches
timе she leave, she do it dramatically
country boy, she like my accent
and if the dope real good, i’ma swag it up
he ain’t gon’ tell ’cause i threw some extra on it
my best friend my glock, i’m always next to homie
yeah, my face all tatted up, i’ma just post malone him
my lil’ baby, she bougie, she shoppin’ at publix
my clip out in public, my glock, i can’t tuck it
my chain, better not take it, if you do, sh+t get ugly
i promise i ain’t lyin’, just trust it
tried to say she ain’t goin’, she lyin’, she f+ckin’
yeah, you did f+ck no one of mine, i ain’t touchin’
and my weed been workin’ out, my sh+t musty
and it’s strong, like what? vampire, sh+t bucking
and i can’t lie, they spinned, but they ain’t hit nothing’
i told my lawyer i ain’t thuggin’, i’m tryna get a bucket
in other words, i’m tryna run up the score
my money long, but i hustle just like i was broke
say, i ain’t got a billy, can’t lay up, lil’ b+tch, we poor
hold up, but i’m tryna get me more
and i’m serving fishes just like nemo
n+gga play, i’ma set this b+tch off, cleo
think you deebo
b+tch, i ain’t craig, i’m clapping, my daddy would’ve told me to whack ’em
i ain’t puttin’ sh+t down, you get hit with this ratchet
tell your ass now ‘fore the sh+t even happen
designer my fabric, who the f+ck finna tussle?
widebody my vehicle, this b+tch got some muscle
this chopper here lift, let it burn like usher
take two thick b+tches, sit ’em on top of each other
ayy, you ain’t tryna get rich, then you can’t stand next to me
my next say she on her way home, told her ass, “you better be”
if he told you i’m p+ssy, he scared of me
i call that chopper, he a crip, got a clip, got a letter c
if you broke, you better not chase her, just let her be
rapping, trapping, pimping my specialties
i got a ho do whatever i tell her to
green twenties, blue hundreds, i’m ridin’ in a yellow coupe
she like, “yay, you phenomenal”
i’m the sh+t like a plumber
ice on my neck might break the thermometer
b+tch got head like dun+dun+dun
wanna see ice? hold up my left arm
i told her, “slow down,” but she just kept going
my phone ring like a wrestler
real ‘za, hit this sh+t, make your chest hurt
shorty head got stripes like a ref shirt
i’m home like i left earth
[chorus]
all of my diamonds be clarity
that ain’t my ho, she don’t call me your majesty
owe me somethin’, better not run off, i’ma tackle it
it was 7 o’clock, got ate up on the balcony
tris in my cup, this sh+t dark like an african
i was broke, but now i live lavishly
slammin’ these p’s just like bobby lashley
i might catch me a play in some bally sneaks

[outro]
might catch me a play in some bally, play in some prada
these n+ggas, they ain’t got nothin’, they ain’t got nada
yeah
let’s go
(one more, keep the first one)

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