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troy ave - ballin hard (2019) lyrics

[chorus: troy ave]
ballin’ hard, b+tch i’m hoopy, very hoopy
diamonds dance like a groupie
nice and bluey
i’m the sh+t, i’m the dooky
she said she blew me
in the rari’s how you scoop me
don’t do hoopties
ballin’ hard, b+tch i’m hoopy, very hoopy
diamonds dance like a groupie
nice and bluey
i’m the sh+t, i’m the dooky
she said she blew me
in the rari’s how you scoop me
don’t do hoopties

[verse 1: troy ave]
when i’m in la, i stay in beverly hills
it remind me of being home, you know that rich n+gga feel
if you ain’t getting money, n+gga you don’t know how it feel
the freshest n+gga in my family since my uncle was k!lled
i should go out to bel+air and say what’s up uncle phil?
he a fictional character, n+gga i’m just too real
you know me cause i’m a trapper, a shooter and k!ll
i say because i took my mama out the hood for real
i took my own bread, and gave myself a record deal
when i deal now i’m only doing distribution
f+ck your deal, if it ain’t for that distribution
i’m a big dog, baby with a cut tail
vvs shine [?]
and i’m still out on half a million dollar bail
and i’d still rather murder you before i tell
murder you before i tell

[verse 2: troy ave]
[?] you n+ggas all capo
you wanna face fight, tweet, beef and rap battle
i really clap at you, i really cat nap you
p+ssy n+ggas, no emotion, then i laugh at you
hah hah hah, that’s a body, this a scar
i’m on sunset with a baddy doin’ a [?] in a car
couple bucks left at the bar
yeah, we drunk, [?]
cause they ain’t gon’ run up on me like they did pac, n+gga

[verse 3: project pat]
i’m the fecal matter, just like the sh+t out your bladder
you’s a p+ssy, you don’t matter, run up on me, bullets scatter
rat+a+tat+a+tat+a+tat+a
f+ck the gossip and the chatter
diamond choker ’round my throat, guess the pockets getting fatter
whippin the dope up, b+tch this a hold up
me and the gang, we never broker
[?] you got me f+cked up
all blue hundreds, my money loced ’em
mouth on freezer, ice on t++th
and my love for the cali reefer
stingy with your b+tch ebenezer
after she ate my d+ck had to leave her
ride 2 seater
manage the trap like p+ssy+ass n+gga you livin’ the [?] life
should’ve been out there, getting your sack right
[?] get your racks right
louis, gucci, fendi, prada, i gets to have all that sh+t
baby mama she’s a monster, she gon’ swallow all the kids
but your b+tch so messy man, she gon’ tell all the biz
[?] about the way she suck my partner d+ck
makin’ a fl!ck on the iphone, but i’m real, i would never tell
baby daddy’s pockets goldfish, and my sh+t on well

- troy ave lyrics

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