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leostaytrill - bally on lyrics

[intro]
(leo)

[verse 1]
lord, i pray, night and day, keep me away from the jezebel
and the girl got a bae, but she never tell
head screwed on straight, i can never fail
and i could’ve bought mumsy jordan 4s, but she tellin’ me the uggs are comfier
tellin’ her, “cool”, but to me, they’re uglier
when i see bands, i jumpty, jumpty, jump
ah, f+ck, man did it again
three di+di+di+di’s, man’s bringin’ a friend (ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
five man can’t fit in this benz
one go rate a six, but one of them ten
yo, miss, hey, darlin’, comе f+ck with a boy that’s ballin’
kz love bill it, bill it, then bark it
shankz might grip up the whip whilst parkin’, b+tch
all thе boy that snaked me, hurt me
pray that the feds, don’t search this merc’y (no way)
in the whip, make noise this early, defo the next door neighbours heard me
here’s one line that can hurt me, sayin’ that another mc can verse me
flew to the states, i was there for seven days and i came back, my air force 1s came dirty

[chorus]
tracksuit, bally on
sing to your baddie like amarion
pretty cute, but i’ll probably never marry her
tell ma’, “cool off” ‘cah my money long
if you talk ’bout nonsense, please don’t talk, if you’re talkin’ ’bout mulla, then carry on
and i ride to the— (uh), ride to the— (wooh), ride to the money like italian
[verse 2]
why did you half swipe me? sh+t, she must’ve snapchat+ (oh, no)
thinkin’ ’bout me, make you snap back bust, but who puts the work in? hashtag us
secondary school, i had backpacks stuffed
did all my work, but still got cussed
girls these days don’t make no sense ‘cah your man is a bum and you still got cuffed
crack a smile, she said, “really, woah”, askin’ me if they’re really gold
said one line and she nearly fold
said, “what’s your name?” and i nearly told
for goodness sake, as in l+e+o, my govy name, she can’t really know (no way)
i ain’t givin’ no female details
bro sell it to you lower than retail

[chorus]
still slide ’round with a tracksuit, bally on
sing to your baddie like amarion
pretty cute, but i’ll probably never marry her
tell ma’, “cool off” ‘cah my money long
if you talk ’bout nonsense, please don’t talk, if you’re talkin’ ’bout mulla, then carry on
and i ride to the—, ride to the— (wooh), ride to the money like italian

[outro]
lord, i pray, night and day, keep me away from the jezebel
and the girl got a bae, but she never tell
head screwed on straight, i can never fail
and i could’ve bought mumsy jordan 4s, but she tellin’ me the uggs are comfier
tellin’ her, “cool”, but to me, they’re uglier
when i see bands, i jumpty, jumpty, jump

- leostaytrill lyrics

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