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coop - ballin' lyrics

[hook]
i ride with that .40
you act like a b-tch, all my n-ggas is dump, man they all go r-t-rded
i’m whipping that yay in the pot and it flip like a fish
if you ain’t getting money my n-gga, just know that you ain’t about sh-t
cause b-tch i’m ballin’. b-tch i’m ballin’. b-tch!
you lil b-tch i’m ballin’
don’t worry bout me partna, you heard me partna
you know i’m ballin’, dumb -ss b-tch i’m ballin’

[verse 1: coop]

man i go crazy , you lil b-tches f-ck your complaining
you love or you hate me , f-ck it though i love that you hate me
where n-ggas they bends, like mercedes
b-tch swallow my babies
and i’m back to packin dat katy
back to packin 4’s and that 80
from where they get k!lled on a daily
where they selling pies , with no pastry
then i change the weather , all hail me, sheesh !
your b-st-rd -ss , get blasted at
n-ggas know they can’t see i , like some cataracts
all i see , a buncha cats, fronting they battle raps
talking rap battles ,n-ggas knowing that i battle raps
wanna fist fight? don’t go twiddle your thumbs you stupid motherf-cker , f-ck her mother and it’s for fun
and im the coldest rappin’ under the sun
oh you want it in your b-tt ?
but f-ck it , i could f-ck it without giving a f-ck
that’s nasty
truffle b-tter , some for supper
when i got all these semis loaded ,this sh-t it gone make you buffer
silence on the gun , but it gone make you stutter
bottle pouring , models snorting
man she closed up shop , talking bout her stalling
dawg you number two , cause i’m the sh-t
since i been number one ,man i got all these n-ggas p-ssed
catch me wit’ yo b-tch , steady chillin’ in the vip
and after sloppy toppy , she go head and take this d-ck
boi!

[hook]

[verse 2: coop]
n-gga what?
when we got all these bottles , all we do is drink it down, to throw it up
n-gga i don’t give a what
shout out to my n-ggas in the cut
man you really wanna call a n-gga bluff?
i got my hand out , handing all these handouts
hands down , better hand up what’s in your hand now
at first hand , i could see your flow is second hand
used up , firstly you gotta know that you second man
god-d-mn !
i’m eating motherf-ckers i need seconds , in a second
getting it wetter , depend on the weather
and whether if you want the barreta i’m just getting better, homie you will regret it
where these n-ggas pulling over on ya , b-tch there no sweaters
get it ? b-tch no sweaters ? pull over ? like really ma n-gga, i’m ballin silly ma n-gga
back to basics, and back your claiming, you widdit ma n-gga
coldest n-gga spittin fire, call it chilly ma n-gga
you really get it ma n-gga ?
chilly like , all this ice on my wrist while i’m dribblin the brick
p-ssing on all these n-ggas thinkin they the sh-t , but ain’t sh-t
yous a b-tch , i be ballin , straight finessin out the vip
or the bando , with my pants low
owl pharaoh , when my n-ggas all hang low , you ain’t get it ?
forget it n-gga , my gl-ss is bigger , my women thicker you ain’t sh-t n-gga , just a b-tch n-gga
wit’ some b-tch n-ggas
f-ck boy!

[hook]

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