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june the legend - i just want to ball lyrics

[intro: june the legend & larry june]
yeah
check it out
turn me up
good job, k!lla
k!lla
numbers
yeah
yeah

[chorus: june the legend]
i just want to ball on you n+ggas and get h+lla stacks
bad b+tch on my line, i’ma f+ck her, never call her back
i can’t even lie, if the p+ssy’s good, i’ll have her run it back
the way i’m thumbin’ through the racks
show you how i’m runnin’ through the packs
i just want to ball on you n+ggas and get h+lla stacks
bad b+tch on my line, i’ma f+ck her, never call her back
i can’t even lie, if the p+ssy’s good, i’ll have her run it back
the way i’m thumbin’ through the racks
show you how i’m runnin’ through the packs

[verse 1: june the legend]
i’m swervin’ in and out of lanes
with my d+ck stuffed down this model’s throat
my chain’s a kilo, you got a 10+karat hollow rope
it’s twenty on my left wrist, thirty more up on this big chain
watch me baptize the flooded+out rollie in expensive champagne
i’m thankful for the cold nights, i ain’t have it like i do now
seattle lights reflectin’ off my porch when i slide through town
it’s seven on my forgi’s, 9020 for the feet
i’m with a pretty b+tch that’s foreign
and she gon’ suck me ‘til i’m sleep
i knock a b+tch and f+ck her once, i’ll probably never call her back
unless she’s ‘bout her money bags
then, i’ll take that b+tch across the map
picked the phone up and hit my cousin larry like
“n+gga, where you at?”
he said, “i’m out in san francisco with a chick and checkin’ trap”
my new foreign came with all the options
got all these n+ggas’ b+tches watchin’
my old b+tch said she love me, but i did the hoe like tristan thompson
i hopped up out the whip in givenchy with the fendi mix
free my n+gga c
you better cuff her if you love that b+tch
it’s k!lla

[verse 2: larry june]
still havin’ plenty of it, so much, i’m like f+ck a trap
so much clarity in my watch, i could’ve bought a jag+
handmade cashmere sweater, the trap goin’ ham
chillin’ on the beach with my b+tch, i just love the sand
eighty+dollar candles in my house, that’s playa sh+t
turned down five+hunid+thousand, on some label sh+t
a driver just to take me up the street, on some lazy sh+t
house out the way – where the safe sit
i don’t rap much, i just paint sh+t
picture so vivid, lost my voice in miami jet+skiin’ with these b+tches
all about elevation, get them snakes out your circle
‘cause the ones most close be the ones that’ll hurt you

- june the legend lyrics

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