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yung seventeen - ba$ket til da ka$ket lyrics

i’mma keep balling ‘til i’m dead
i’mma keep balling ‘til i’m dead
i only think about guns and bread
i only think about guns and bread
i’mma keep balling ‘til i’m dead
all black on, bottom shoes red
i’mma keep balling ‘til i’m dead
all of you boys is going out sad

yeah
i’ma ball until i die
leather jacket, i’m on rockstar fly
freshest outside, came time to can’t deny
all black on feel like ghost when i ride
feel like joker, when i’m grinning open wide
knife in my head, keep the glock by my side
yeah, i fell in love with ar15s and 9
47 bullets akakula finna slide
hanging out with k!llers, i say boy bye, bye
ketamine nose, cocainе a fine dine
yeah, i wеnt crazy after one single line
turn the city to a bloodbath, stepping over spines

i keep balling, i be dunking like i’m butler jimmy
keep on rocking a’rteryx, you be rocking shimmy
i feel like i’m from the uk, i feel like fimi
all my f+cking friends are dead
i don’t give a f+ck about pheobe
i just be balling ‘til my grave
paved a way for these b+tches
yeah, i fell in love with rifles and switches

balling ‘til i’m dead
i’mma keep balling ‘til i’m dead
i only think about guns and bread
i only think about guns and bread
i’mma keep balling ‘til i’m dead
all black on, bottom shoes red
i’mma keep balling ‘til i’m dead
all of you boys is going out sad

(trap mafia!)
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(hah! freak! freak! more!)

- yung seventeen lyrics

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