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eminem – balling unkontrollably lyrics

yeah, we gots money, baby
i’m talking about, talking about that long money
when you see us come through, you just know

balling uncontrollably

man, i got everything candy-painted, candy-painted tint, it’s so dark
i’d be lying if i said i ain’t hit at least nine of my friends
plus, i got so much candy paint in my rims
paint be flying off my car, be candy painting the neighborhood kids
i got that whole block looking like it’s candyland
ask about me, man, they be like, there go the candy man
i park the car in the garage and go in and
come back the next morning, the rims are still spinning
hit the doors on that phantom, man, that sh-t looks like the batmobile
thirty-two inch rims, sh-t, i ain’t even got no wheels
custom-fitted, custom-kitted wood grain
custom everything, what’s that on the seat? custom mustard stain
now let’s go hit the mall, y’all know that we finna ball
get out the car, they be like, ah, there go them superstars
hit every single store, flash a f-cking wad of cash
but i ain’t buying sh-t, b-tch, kiss my candy-painted -ss, we

balling uncontrollably

hit the corner liquor store to get corona, tip the owners
sipped it on the way out as i dipped, i wanna rip the road up
and i’mma hit the cinema and i’mma get the hoes
when i be at a theater, sh-t, anything goes
i’m balling outta control, girls know i’m loaded with dough
but sh-t, i’m stingy as f-ck, i’m f-cking stingy -ss hoes
these b-tches don’t get a crumb, and it come but i’m like what up
shut up, b-tch, sit up, get up off them knees, my candy paint’s enough
if you’re lucky, i’ll let you hug me, but that’s all you get
then i’mma split, disappear, a cloud of smoke is all you see

balling uncontrollably

b-tch, get the f-ck out my car if we ain’t finna f-ck
i’m h-rny as f-ck, b-tch, are you sucking my d-ck or what?
i’ll f-ck a chick in the b-tt, i really don’t give a sh-t
is pretty marshall gonna have to go choke me a b-tch?
you f-cking keyed up my benz, b-tch, i beat up my friends
don’t think i won’t beat a b-tch, i’ll kick a six-year-old in the ribs
you f-cking r-t-rd, i’ll have you sucking farts out my seat
i’ll teach you not to know how to control your bowels when you eat
what the f-ck do you think that colostomy bag is for, looks?
i ain’t waste nine bullets on you for you to not sing no hooks
i f-cking take a make a wish foundation patient with me
how ’bout some c-ke inside of your saline solution iv?
turn around and use it on me, you tryna snort all my keys?
you f-cking get in back, you’re coming to florida with me
tell your momma i’mma drop you off at the hospital later
we finna make this run, take this gun and cover me, slater, and quit your

balling uncontrollably

tracy, i joined this cl-ss ’cause i thought i’d be cooking with a partner
but she’s never here and i don’t get twice the credit for all the work
i didn’t invent odd numbers, seth
i know, but i’m over here in my unit, every day, cooking my terrible tasting food, and then i gotta look over at evan
i mean look at him, it looks like the most fun i’ve ever seen in my entire life
and, i’m just saying, i wash and dry, i’m like a single mother
and no offense but everyone takes this cl-ss to get an a and it’s bullsh-t, but uh, no offense, i’m just saying
and i’m not putting down your profession, but when am i gonna need to cook tiramisu?
am i gonna be a chef? no. there’s three weeks left in school, give me a freaking break, sorry for cursing.
oh my god, that’s like the coolest f-cking story i’ve ever heard in my life, it’s insane
can you tell us again? do you have time? tracy, tracy, can you hear me?
i’m in the car right now. listen, i am mclovin, yeah. mclovin in the house! mclovin in the house! yeah

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