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kyraxx – ballin’ out lyrics

[chorus]
always been a baller, kicking it like messi
hit the crime scene, hat-trick, sh-t got messy
i’m the one, santiago chilling in the teli
princess peach on my d-ck, balotelli
don’t tell luigi, god he might k!ll me
i be in the p-ssy, swimming good like it’s fiji
say she wanna f-ck me, i’m in ville, come and see me
b-tches want the d-ck asking: “daddy can you feed me?!”
i be like yeah, come and get the f-cking feeding
cooking up the work, iotosh got the szn
f-ck n-ggas hating tell me what’s the reason
said you with the gang, but i heard you did a treason
oh god!

[hook]
can’t trust them
gotta buss him
shots to you stomach, robitussin
she gotta man but i know she down to mingle
she on the d-ck and she treat it like she single
play it cool

[verse 1]
like jermani i’m rude
got ya b-tch nude
sky high living got the clouds in my room
so high till i zoom, huh
i’m off the juice, whew
litty litty off the henny henny
i get wendy, penny proud
plenty women, wanna f-ck with me
f-cking ya b-tch, dawg she stuck with me
my d-ck so big that it’s hard to pee
switched up the game for you lames and you wannabes
stinging, no singer
ball with my finger
left hand on the trigger
shot fill up your belly, kfc zinger
you don’t want this dinner, you don’t want this meal
lot of nights i had to deal, devo told me keep it real
stay true to yourself and go ball and go get it
go make momma proud and go run up the digits
i digital dash when it comes to my cash
go usain bolt, run it up fast
trust me i’m running like forest
no gumpin’, no stumbling
fourth quarter with the ball ain’t no fumbling
touch down randy moss how i’m cuffin it
ain’t mickey d’s but shawty lovin’ it
i want more bands than the government
she f-ck me once and told me she told me she loved the d-ck

[bridge]
gang told me it would be like this
made my own wave know they all wan’ ride the ship
i want a deal worth a mill like scholarship
if it’s not money or profit don’t want the sh-t
f-ck all that talking
i ball like i’m kyrie
i got a bad b-tch, she bad as kehlani
you know how we party
got bands in the audi
i drop the mixtape now they all wanna sign me
guns out the alley, ball like my daddy
the p-ssy so wet that she call me cat daddy
hit the dance in a dash
ball so hard haters mad
pull up skrt off with a bag
imma get it all plus the cash
not a single day i go out sad
you can’t count me out, messi with shot
we just balling out, we just balling out
we just balling out, we just balling out
kyrie game 7 with my songs
boy i’m clutch as sh-t
these days imma peppermint
always in these b-tches mouth
i’ve been balling in and out
i just want a big amount
i’m just trynna work it out
io with me lifting now oooh
i’ve been out here working on my shot
mutombo to my block
we don’t f-ck with cops
nights on these west end with all of my bros
hustling, bustin’ ’em, shots ’cause

[chorus]
always been a baller, kicking it like messi
hit the crime scene, hat-trick, sh-t got messy
i’m the one, santiago chilling in the teli
princess peach on my d-ck, balotelli
don’t tell luigi, god he might k!ll me
i be in p-ssy, swimming good like it’s fiji
say she wanna f-ck me, i’m in ville, come and see me
b-tches want the d-ck asking: “daddy can you feed me?!”
i be like yeah, come and get the f-cking feeding
cooking up the work, iotosh got the szn
f-ck n-ggas hating tell me what’s the reason
said you with the gang, but i heard you did a treason
oh god!

[hook]
can’t trust them
gotta buss him
shots to you stomach, robitussin
she gotta man but i know she down to mingle
she on the d-ck and she treat it like she single
yeeaaah!

- kyraxx lyrics

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