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tomi reed – they hate i’m ballin’ lyrics

yeah, aye!
i told you n+ggers hate i’m balling’
tomi reed
n+ggers serve dope or die?

yeah, i hardly trust these n+ggers
i don’t even trust these b+tches
i hit my fortune big
d+mn it n+ggers, done they’re leaving
these n+ggers didn’t call my line
but now i’m enjoying my life
you remind me i’m from the dirt
thats why you let me down
but now i know the dirt has made my mind grown wild and blown
i got too much flow
i got many hoes
these hoes ain’t worried about the dough
i ain’t going any lower
n+gga i don’t wanna
n+gga i’m outchea fiending yeah i’ve been thugging
aficionado, they watching thou they hate i’m sp+ce jam i’m balling
i ain’t selling my soul for all these gold
you ain’t know that i’ve been going gold
i touched some mills when i was 25
i’m rocking my whole sh+t and some nuevo
i don’t inhale no smoke
but all my n+ggers are stoners
i told you i don’t know these folks
but they all know that i’m goat

i told you my grace ain’t gone
n+ggers hate i’m balling
then i’m sipping cliquote
n+ggers hate i’m balling
n+ggers do on my say so
they’re so lame, i’m bossy
n+gga i’m fearless, n+gga i’m thugging
at least i’m better, i ain’t boring
n+ggers hate i’m balling
n+ggers hate i’m balling
n+ggers hate i’m balling
n+ggers hate i’m balling
i told you my grace ain’t gone
n+ggers hate i’m balling
n+ggers do on my say so
they’re so lame, i’m bossy

your talk ain’t bringing down my sh+t
the street tough i brand new my sh+t
i didn’t graduate with my mates
whole lot of sh+t haunt me errday
the prayers of my momma keep me going
as i go down the road
you don’t like what i’m doing
you watching, aficionado
i do research like science
you sell your sh+t i ain’t buying
savages, forgiveness
my b+tch give me real s+x
bang bang you ain’t with us
gang gang they’re need us
i told i ain’t smoke from pot
i told i ain’t smoke from pipe
do you know why? i ain’t lying
n+ggers are curious
all your sh+t won’t faze me
all your sh+t won’t stage me
no, you can’t defeat us
you’re not my messiah
you’re not mussolini
n+gga you can’t see me
i disappear, houdini
i got all the genie
i’m the realest of the realest
the meanest of the meanest
there ain’t no shame in my game
there ain’t no shame in my pain
i ain’t streaming along no more
cos n+ggers know that i’m off the hook
if i don’t die today in my cliques
i’m coming, i’m topping up the hood
i told you i’m a kingpin
i lead the squad and my entire crew

hey! you know my cheddar, my cheddar
man you done f+ck with my cheddar?
b+tch you ain’t classy, no cheddar
don’t you call me phone. don’t you ever!
up in the club and we popping
why are you hating that i’m balling?
less b+tches more money
b+tch do you got a problem?
i got snakes up in the streets
but imma still go get 7 digits
my fingers itching, now i won’t tell none of you n+ggers
better stop f+cking with me
i just want me some money bag
i don’t wanna end in a body bag
i’m minding my business, 100%
why you hating?
why the f+ck is that?

- tomi reed lyrics

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