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ying yang twins - ballin' g's lyrics

ballin’ g’s

chorus: (d-roc)
be ballin g’s we get buck
all ballin g’s just get crunk
b-tches let me see you ride that d-ck
n-gg- you got ice than rock that sh-t
real n-gg-s they dont hide they sh-t
we live and die for n-gg-s we ride wit
f–k tha fame you can have that sh-t
imma slang an husltin an try to break me a b-tch

verse 1: (kaine)
i been many places
n-gg-s pimpin an n-gg-s playin
n-gg-s hustlin n-gg-s lyin an n-gg-s prayin
for that allmighty
i ride them twenty inch yokohamas
in this game n-gg- i broke ya momma
smokin some-a
that tropical potent thunder
slangin d-ck knockin hoes down like lumber
chancin of u seein this n-gg-, stevie wonder
the pope said he wanna come smoke leave ya number

(d-roc)
one of the realest n-gg-s you looked at trick
imma slang an hustle an try an break me a b-tch
soft -ss n-gg-s dont bust like this
eightball f–k up all yall when i spit
blows like snows in ohio thats thick
catch this come up short like bushwick
trick we be known at the slap ridas click
we dont chase hoes an hate n-gg-s that ride d-ck

(chorus)

verse 2: (kaine)
w-w-w.m-j-g.com
give me the mic an ill give you songs
when the beats b-mpin
give you something
for yo streo
an benz-o
chockin the f–k off endo
then go
splurgin off something in some over sized excursins
livin with a b-tch you do nothin but blow herbs

when we tally hoe
daddy go
thats when my n-gg-s say boom boom crack boom boom
thats what the trigger say

(d-roc)
what i deliever
make you civil
like you was?
break the skeleton outta mothaf–kas who sellin them
shoot legs shootin heads necks an chests first
physically hurtin me
but n-gg- the stress hurts
i got a red shirt
spreadin over this bullsh-t
sometimes i wanna put down this pen and pull this
firearm
how come you think? with my pistol and
think i got no killin utensils

(kaine)
pistol play
playin wit me a get ya kidnapped
evidence show im just a hustla that know how to rap
post up an im gone bleed yo block
make it hot til it burn like a n-gg- sellin rocks
dd or one d n-gg- what the f–k
my room of 45’s got my back in the cuts
? join the club
i bust all day
just as long as a mothaf–ka pay me what i weight
hate in my bloodstream
smoked out dreams
shoot raps through my vein like a n-gg- was a fiend
i told yall n-gg-s we was hard from the start
keep enough sh-t yo blow ya block apart
just to say i did that
you know who did that
that n-gg- everybody know
he in the fat pack
moet if it was fly n-gg- i said it
you might regret it if you wet it
and you need a medic

(chorus)

(d-roc and kaine talkin)

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