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dme, fatt loc & 48 lil eli – balenciaga lyrics

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[intro: fatt loc]
(spin it back, tay)
(hey, dilly bop, you goin’ brazy)
(tay global)
balencis on my feet, i might just, uh, ayy

[chorus: fatt loc]
balencis on my feet, i might just step on me a n+gga
designer clothes, got foreign hoes, they tryna eat up a lil’ n+gga
she see racks like who was him? b+tch, i’m the g.o.a.t., yeah, i am him
my shooters ain’t got d1 dreams
but they gon’ ball above the rim

[verse 1: fatt loc]
yeah, this a backwood full of za
came to your city with the fire
take what? you crazy, gotta die
sip wock’, i’m lazy, h+lla high (lean)
i got your b+tch doin’ ass [?] these hoes
throwin’ ones in the air, she gon’ pick off the floor
ooh+wee, i ball on a ho
ooh, we, havin’ lil’ bro
and we took the roof off the vette goin’ crazy
if you brokе, n+gga, get up, boy, why is you lazy?
it’s the first of the month so my chart goin’ [?]
shе a throat, go eat me up, got me lazy
i’m in the [?] like my [?] in [?]
your trap havin’ slow and you ain’t havin’ weight
how you pour up a four to the face, in a way?
you ain’t sippin’ no wock’, that’s that roll with a k
[chorus: fatt loc]
balencis on my feet, i might just step on me a n+gga
designer clothes, got foreign hoes, they tryna eat up a lil’ n+gga
she see racks like who was him? b+tch, i’m the g.o.a.t., yeah, i am him
my shooters ain’t got d1 dreams
but they gon’ ball above the rim

[verse 2: lil eli]
we walkin’ down in the city, ain’t no dream
i’m in this b+tch with a motherf+ckin’ k
these n+ggas talkin’, [?] on my team
catch him with the oss, and you know we gon’ spray
brand new lil’ glizzy, it came with the beam
and it got a titty, and i’m tryna play
i’m talkin’ murder, the f+ck do you mean?
we want you to house catch him in broad day
catch him in broad day, i know fatt gun splay
he pull down a glizzy and brought him a drac’
b+tch, i’m tryna play, i brought me a k
i’ma let this b+tch bust ’til the f+ck n+ggas lay
give a f+ck what you say, i’ma let this b+tch spray
steady switchin’ out glocks, all them f+ck n+ggas pray
gettin’ ps by the bay, i don’t trap where i stay
know they watchin’ the spot, i can’t trap where i stay

[chorus: fatt loc]
balencis on my feet, i might just step on me a n+gga
designer clothes, got foreign hoes, they tryna eat up a lil’ n+gga
she see racks like who was him? b+tch, i’m the g.o.a.t., yeah, i am him
my shooters ain’t got d1 dreams
but they gon’ ball above the rim



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