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YNW Melly – YNS Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted February 27, 2020•0 Comment(s)

Play this song

[Intro]
Oh, I gotta keep fuckin’ goin’
Yeah
Young Nigga World
And that’s for life
All my niggas dons, ya dig
Goats, them some dons
Know what I’m sayin’
Woo

[Verse]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, (Yeah) Young Nigga World, bitch (Yeah)
Yeah, Young Nigga World, bitch
Young Nigga World, G (Okay, bitch)
Young Nigga World, jit (Okay, bitch)
Bitch, bitch, okay, haha
Young Nigga World shit
Young Nigga World shit
Young Nigga World shit
Hol’ up, young nigga shit
This that young nigga shit (Shit)
Been thuggin’ since a jit
Every Glock got a dick (A dick)
A laser on my chopper, tell me how could I miss
Bag a Smith & Wesson, we got Glock 26 (Okay)
Young nigga shit, this that young nigga shit (That shit)
They’ll tape his momma up and throw his ass in a ditch (Lil bitch)
I heard you bout that action but lowkey you a bitch
I seen the paperwork, lil boy, I know you a snitch
Oh, god damn, uh [?], you say you broke as fuck and that you down on your dick (Get off your ass)
Well, get off off your ass and go and hit you a lick
Go and get them credit cards and [?]
Wait, go and get them credit cards and bring ’em to me
You wanna make 1200 dollars, come and fuck with me
I got a whole lotta real niggas who love me
I got a whole lotta killers who fuck with me
And they still fuck with me even though we
From two different fuckin’ parts of the atmosphere
I got diamonds and they shinin’ like [?] (Like [?])
Catch you nigga haters, how we do your [?] (Do your [?])
And you know a nigga got a couple bands in here (Got ’em bands)
I’m in the booth right now, I got a couple bands in here
She wanna fuck, she wanna sell, but I ain’t no baby
Hell nah, don’t you see me with my old lady
Hell nah, we got [?] like Old Navy
Boy, that ain’t not damn Versace, that’s Old Navy
I don’t care, if it’s fire, I wear it, fuck who made it (Fuck you x2)
Why the fuck, ooh ohh, Capri Sun (Capri Sun)
Ridin’ with that Glock, he [?]
Ooh, god damn, oh, they trapped us
The feds on the phone, I think they trapped us (The trapped us)
Free John [?], I think they trapped him
If he got a problem, don’t you ask him (Don’t you ask)
Shawty on my dick, she gettin’ nasty (She nasty)
Baby, send that address, oh [?]
Boy gon’ send that address on weekend
W, I swear we don’t take no losses (No losses)
I got VVS on me and they so frosty (So frosty)
And your bitch suck the dick with the lip gloss (Lip gloss)
And it’s poppin’ like lil mama, take that bitch to the Bahamas
Okay, bitch, you bout that drama
We got pistols for days
He say pressure, okay
Hol’ up, ooh, chips lays
Ooh, chips lays
When he die I smile
When he died I smiled (Happy)
When he died I smiled (Okay)
When he died I smiled (Smiled)
Hope that boy beat trial (Smile)
He gon’ [?] the [?]
They tryna take his child (His child)
Tryna take your child, ayy
Take that shit to trial, ayy
Put that child support, uh, on that bitch
Cause if you don’t she gon’ do it to you (Do it to you)
She gon’ do it to you (You)
I’m blood gangster, woop (Suwoop)
Man keep it going, do it
[?] fuck you do

[Outro]
1090 shit, oo oo
Young Nigga World

Quilly – What Happened Lyrics (feat. Gourdan Banks)

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted February 9, 2020•0 Comment(s)

[Chorus: Guordan Banks]
I’m just tryna leave the hood, if you wit, baby lets go
I’ve been through it all, felt pain, only God knows
My son need a pair of sneakers, daughter need some new clothes
And I’ma get it anyway I gotta get it, baby, you know
What happened to all of the love that you had for me?
They counted me out, They wouldn’t think Id be counting all this cash on me and I might pull up on this bitch, nigga, I’ma cause a scene I can show you something different if you wanna leave the hood, tell me now, lets go

[Verse 1: Quilly]
Lookin’ at me funny when I come through
I’ma leave the hood cuz I have to
I’ma leave the hood cuz I want to
You can stay here if you want to
You keep talkin’ bout what you gon’ do
She complain about what she goin’ through
Get on, put my niggas’ on too
Don’t draw, I can put some niggas’ on you
Sold pills, sold crack on the corner, sold out shows
Used to rap on the corner
Trap on the corner, I’m never goin’ back to them packs, nigga
What? You want me back on the corner?
Too shady, too crazy, “where that pain Quilly?”
“you’ve been talkin’ too wavy”
Would you be happy if I was still wearin’ Old Navy?
Counted me out when I was down, man, them hoes crazy

[Chorus: Guordan Banks]
I’m just tryna leave the hood, if you wit, baby lets go
I’ve been through it all, felt pain, only God knows
My son need a pair of sneakers, daughter need some new clothes
And I’ma get it anyway I gotta get it, baby, you know
What happened to all of the love that you had for me?
They counted me out, They wouldn’t think Id be counting all this cash on me and I might pull up on this bitch, nigga, I’ma cause a scene I can show you something different if you wanna leave the hood, tell me now, lets go

[Verse 2: Quilly]
Success, progress, gotta leave the projects
It ain’t kill me, made me stronger, nigga, I ain’t die yet
Money is the mindset, concept
How you gon’ give up nigga? You ain’t even try yet
I will never fold, snitch, I never told
Bitch wanna ride now, but she never rode
All that shit that happened, you never thought it would happen for me, you thought it trappin, I knew that it would be rappin’ for me
I can’t even chill broke, niggas’ been hustlin’ all their life
And, they’re still broke, niggas’ be stuntin’ in the hood and they’re still there, niggas’ll eat without the fam, shit real here
I need a mill here
Niggas’ gettin’ killed everyday, every night
Cops shoot a nigga before they read em his rights
I know the shit ain’t right, I know the shit it ain’t life
I know the shit ain’t life

[Chorus: Guordan Banks]
I’m just tryna leave the hood, if you wit, baby lets go
I’ve been through it all, felt pain, only God knows
My son need a pair of sneakers, daughter need some new clothes
And I’ma get it anyway I gotta get it, baby, you know
What happened to all of the love that you had for me?
They counted me out, They wouldn’t think Id be counting all this cash on me and I might pull up on this bitch, nigga, I’ma cause a scene I can show you something different if you wanna leave the hood, tell me now, lets go

KYLE – Playinwitme (Korean Remix) Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted January 8, 2019•0 Comment(s)

[Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
Girl, who are you playin’ wit’?
You been on that new stuff
I been on the same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
I don’t got the time for that
Might need me a refund, haha
I’ma need that time back

[Verse 1: KYLE]
You say you’ll try
I’ve heard that line a thousand times before
I’m not sad, I’m not cryin’
If you mad, that’s fine, but I think that I should go
Yeah, why you tryna play me?
You bein’ a different you and I’m bein’ the same me
You coulda had Gucci, but now that’s Old Navy
And your homegirl wanna date me, she shady, baby

[Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
Girl, who are you playin’ wit’? (yeah, yeah)
You been on that new stuff
I been on the same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me? (With me, with me)
I don’t got no time for that
Might need me a refund, yeah
I’ma need that time back

[Verse 2: Jay Park]

[Chorus: Jay Park]
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
Girl, who are you playin’ wit’?
You been on that new stuff
And I been on that same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
I ain’t got no time for that
Might need me a refund
‘Cause I’ma need that time back

[Post-Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
Girl, who are you playin’ wit’?
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
Girl, who are you playin’ wit’?

[Bridge: Jay Park & KYLE]
Girl, who are you playin’ wit’? Yeah
Who? Yeah
Yeah
I been on the same shit

[Chorus: Jay Park, KYLE, Jay Park & KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
Girl, who are you playin’ wit’?
You been on that new stuff
And I been on the same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
I don’t got no time for that
Might need me a refund (refund)
I’ma need that time back, yeah

[Outro: KYLE]
Da-da-da

Meek Mill – Championships Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted December 1, 2018•0 Comment(s)

[Intro]
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
All the young’uns in my hood popping percs now
Gettin’ high to get by, it’s gettin’ worse now
You gotta tell ’em put them guns and the percs down
Them new jails got ten yards in ’em and that’s your first down, uh
And I ain’t come here to preach
I just had to say somethin’ ’cause I’m the one with the reach
Youngin’ gotta quarter ounce, he tryna turn into Meech
Ain’t had no daddy, he’s had to learn from the streets
I used to be a honor roll student, damn
Then I turned to a beast
The first time I seen a nigga get some blood on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was slumped in the street
His mama cryin’, that did somethin’ to me, oh Lord
The shit I’m doin’ for my hood I won’t get an award
I used to sell Reggie, damn how’ I get to the Forbes?
I take a shot, if I miss I’m gettin’ them boards
Ain’t quittin’ no more, like give me some more
We wearing Old Navy, it felt like Christian Dior
Was dead broke but rich in soul, was we really that poor?
Was we really that dumb? ‘Cause we carry a gun
And every nigga in my neighborhood carryin’ one
‘Cause we had nightmares of our mamas got to bury her son
I’m speakin’ to you as a prophet as rare as they come, uh
Gunshots sound like music hangin’ out the Buick
Why you wanna be a shooter?
Mama told me not to do it but I did it
Now I’m locked up in a prison
Callin’ mama like I shouldn’t have did it
Watch my dream shatter in an instant
I’m on a visit posin’ for the picture
Like I’m going for my prom or somethin’
Like I ain’t facing time or somethin’
Ridin’ for these niggas like that shit ain’t hurt my mom or somethin’
Only one gon’ get me commissary or even buy me somethin’
When it all fall down
I can call y’all now
Even if I hit your phone
That won’t get me home
Seen so many different times , these niggas did me wrong
Shit that’s the reason that I did this song

[Verse 2]
Shit we was kids used to play on the step
A couple years later we flirtin’ with the angel of death
I was eleven years old, I got my hands on the TEC
When I first touched it that shit gave me a rush
My homie’s dying I’m like “Maybe we next”
That just made me a threat
Knowin’ the niggas smoke my daddy it just made me upset
Made me a man shit I was five when God gave me my test
Go to court with a court appointed and he won’t say he objects
Now it’s you against the state and you ain’t got no cake
Jail overpopulated they ain’t got no space
I know a young’un that got murked ain’t get to drive no Wraith
But he in the hearse on the way to church, I know his mom gon’ faint
When she smell like embalment fluid, cologne all on her baby
Pastor said he sendin’ you home, she goin’ crazy
When they drop that casket all in the ground, who gon’ save me?
How could you blame me? When I’m tryna stay alive and just survive and beat them odds when niggas die by twenty-five
When I stop fearin’ for my life, when I decide to change my mind And stop totin’
Tryna smoke the pain away, they lock us up for smoking
Put ’em on probation, lock ’em up if you ain’t perfect
Victims of the system like a rain drop in the ocean
They closin’ all the schools and all the prisons gettin’ open

[Outro]
Yeah
See comin’ from where I come from
We had to beat the streets
Beat the system, beat racism, beat poverty
And now we made it through all that we at the championship

HUNCHO JACK, Travis Scott & Quavo – Huncho Jack lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted May 29, 2018•0 Comment(s)

[Intro]
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: Quavo & Travis Scott]
Huncho foreign (Huncho), got your bitch on porn (smash, smash)
Whip’s too foreign (skrrt), iced my arm (ice, shine)
Cactus Jack, yeah, got plaques on plaques, yeah
Hits on hits, yeah, in the mix
Huncho foreign (Huncho), got your bitch on porn (yeah, smash)
Whip’s too foreign (skrrt, skrrt) ice on arms (ice, ice)
Shit go bad, like it’s L.A. traffic, yeah
Crushin’ down Addy’s, yeah, bustin’ out plastic (yeah!)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Huncho
Basic, basic, basic, basic
I can’t fuck, she basic (no)
Keep mask like I’m Grady (mask)
Number one shooter like Tracy (shoot)
Tonka truck Mercedes (Tonka)
Drivin’ and I’m faded (skrrt)
I’m on your block, invadin’ (block)
All my guns updated

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
It’s 5 A.M. lookin’ like noon (yeah!)
I took her right out of saloon (it’s lit!)
Put 5 in the back, I got room
Can’t fit no more chains, ain’t got room (straight up!)
Yeah, new crib, I’ll put that on the moon (yeah!)
Upstairs and we blowin’ up fumes, yeah
Don’t panic, can’t have no more seizures
Fuck it, I’m cashin’ my leisure
I had a lot of these (ahh), targets and the foes (yeah!)
Took it like I stole it (skrt skrt), it got old, shit moldy (ugh)
Money way high to knees
No way I can fold it (yeah!)
She thinkin’ I’m golden (ice!)
She suck my voltage, yeah (alright!)

[Chorus: Quavo & Travis Scott]
Huncho foreign (Huncho), got your bitch on porn (smash, smash)
Whip’s too foreign (skrrt), iced my arm (ice, shine)
Cactus Jack (yeah!), got plaques on plaques, yeah (alright!)
Hits on hits, yeah (yeah, yeah), in the mix (it’s lit!)
Huncho foreign (Huncho), got your bitch on porn (yeah, smash)
Whip’s too foreign (skrrt, skrrt) ice on arms (ice, ice)
Shit go bad, like it’s L.A. traffic, yeah
Crushin’ down Addy’s, yeah, bustin’ out plastic (yeah!)

[Verse 3: Quavo & Travis Scott]
(Huncho)
Flood my AP (AP)
Make these hoes wanna take me (take me)
The gun off safety (safety)
Shoot a fuck nigga like KD, yeah (baow)
Shit hit brazy, yeah (brazy)
Made my left eye lazy, yeah
Goin’ up lately, yeah
Dock in the back Old Navy, yeah (alright!)
We gonna get it in (get it)
My trap house look innocent (innocent)
Private residence (private)
Leavin’ no evidence (yeah yeah)
Yeah, codeine, it’s medicine
Yeah, somethin’ is evident
Yeah, made tees with Helmut Lang
Yeah, what’s next, ain’t no tellin’ it (ye)
Closet filled in designer (designer)
Take a knee like the ‘Niners (Kaepernick)
Join the team, don’t divide us (join them)
Then watch your money go higher
Yeah, lil help, lil guidance (yah)
Run it back through the tight end (yah)
Get the sack, move in silence (yeah!)
Bring that trophy back to my end (alright!)

[Chorus: Quavo & Travis Scott]
Huncho foreign (Huncho), got your bitch on porn (smash, smash)
Whip’s too foreign (skrrt) iced my arm (ice, shine)
Cactus Jack, yeah (yeah!), got plaques on plaques, yeah (alright!)
Hits on hits, yeah (yeah, yeah), in the mix (it’s lit!)
Huncho foreign (Huncho), got your bitch on porn (yeah, smash)
Whip’s too foreign (skrrt, skrrt) ice on arms (ice, ice)
Shit go bad (ahh), like it’s L.A. traffic, yeah
Crushin’ down Addy’s, yeah, bustin’ out plastic (yeah!)
Huncho, Jack

KYLE – Playinwitme (feat. Kehlani) lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted May 8, 2018•0 Comment(s)

[Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?
You been on that new stuff
I been on the same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
I don’t got the time for that
Might need me a refund, haha
I’ma need that time back

[Verse 1: KYLE]
You say you’ll try
I’ve heard that line a thousand times before
I’m not sad, I’m not cryin’
If you mad, that’s fine, but I think that I should go
Yeah, why you tryna play me?
You bein’ a different you and I’m bein’ the same me
You coulda had Gucci, but now that’s Old Navy
And your homegirl wanna date me, she shady, baby

[Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?
You been on that new stuff
I been on the same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ with me? (With me, with me)
I don’t got no time for that
Might need me a refund, yeah
I’ma need that time back

[Verse 2: Kehlani]
Damn, why are you playin’ with me?
You don’t even like girls, ha
So I need you to tell me, baby
What you want, just like the Spice Girls
It’s confusin’ ’cause you’re flirty
But you ain’t gon’ be the one to say you ever did me dirty
I got pride for that, pay no mind to that
But believe me, if it’s fire, I’ll make time for that
I’ll be faithful, Johnny Cash, walk the line for that
Otherwise, I’ll just be single and I’m fine with that, huh

[Chorus: Kehlani]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?
You been on that new stuff
And I been on that same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
I ain’t got no time for that
Might need me a refund, yeah
‘Cause I’ma need that time back

[Post-Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?

[Bridge: Kehlani & KYLE]
Girl, who are you playin’ with? Yeah
Who? Yeah
Yeah
I been on the same shit

[Chorus: Kehlani, KYLE, Kehlani & KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?
You been on that new stuff
And I been on the same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
I don’t got no time for that
Might need me a refund (refund)
I’ma need that time back, yeah

[Outro: KYLE]
Da-da-da

KYLE – Playinwitme lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted March 22, 2018•0 Comment(s)

[Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?
You’ve been on that new stuff
I’ve been on the same sh*t
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
I don’t got the time for that
Might need me a refund, haha
I’ma need that time back

[Verse 1: KYLE]
You say you’ll try
I’ve heard that lie a thousand times before
I’m not sad, I’m not cryin’
If you mad, that’s fine, but I think that I should go
Yeah, why you tryna play me?
You be in it different, you are not bein’ the same-y
You could have had Gucci, but now that’s Old Navy
And your homegirl wanna date me, she shady, baby

[Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?
You’ve been on that new stuff
I’ve been on the same sh*t
Girl, why are you playin’ with me? (With me, with me)
I don’t got the time for that
Might need me a refund, yeah
I’ma need that time back

[Verse 2: Kehlani]
Damn, why are you playin’ with me?
You don’t even like girls, ha
So I need you to tell me, baby
What you want just like the Spice Girls
It’s confusin’ ’cause you’re flirty
But you ain’t gon’ be the one to say you ever did me dirty
I got pride for that, pay no mind to that
But believe me, if it’s fire, I’ll make time for that
I’ll be faithful, Johnny Cash, walk the line for that
Otherwise I’ll just be single and I’m fine with that, huh

[Chorus: Kehlani]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?
You’ve been on that new stuff
And I’ve been on the same sh*t
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
I ain’t got the time for that
Might need me a refund, yeah
‘Cause I’ma need that time back

[Post-Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?

[Bridge: Kehlani & KYLE]
Girl, who are you playin’ with? Yeah
Who, yeah
Yeah
I’ve been on the same sh*t

[Chorus: Kehlani, KYLE, Kehlani & KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with? Huh
You’ve been on that new stuff
And I’ve been on the same sh*t
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
I don’t got the time for that
Might need me a refund (refund)
I’ma need that time back, yeah

[Outro: KYLE]
Da-da-da

Bibi Bourelly – Ballin (On The Late Late Show With James Corden) (Live)

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted February 20, 2017•0 Comment(s)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh Lord
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I got fired from Old Navy
Landlord keeps on knocking
Swear that nigga hates me
Sleeping on this old couch
But shit, I’m not complaining
‘Cause I’m still a pimp though
Like there’s moulah raining
[Pre-Chorus]
And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever
I don’t even make all that much dough
Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure
Now she got me working at the corner store

[Chorus]
But I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord
Yeah, yeah
Oh Lord

[Verse 2]
Gormet
Heart them ramen noodles
Freak it with the hot sauce
I do McDonalds too though
And when I wanna go out
Good Will gotta do though
Sweet talking the bouncers
18 bucks, I need 2 more

[Pre-Chorus]
And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever
I don’t even make all that much dough
Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure
Now she got me working at the corner store

[Chorus]
But I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord

[Verse 3]
Jumped the gate, subway station
All the seats are taken
This kinda lifestyle teach you patience
I spend my very last savings on some Takis
I’m good at simbis crib
I don’t need no hotel lobbies
I doubt I’d get along with paparazzi , yeah
I just want a Slim Jim and a 40
I just wanna roll up to the sundown without my moms throwing a fit
I just wanna party in New York in all the abandon warehouses
With the hipster kids and the bad bitches with hair on their armpits
We wear designer clothes from thrifts
My hair might not be laid and did

[Chrous]
Yeah, but I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord

Bibi Bourelly – Ballin

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted February 9, 2017•0 Comment(s)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh Lord
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I got fired from Old Navy
Landlord keeps on knocking
Swear that nigga hates me
Sleeping on this old couch
But shit, I’m not complaining
‘Cause I’m still a pimp though
Like there’s moulah raining
[Pre-Chorus]
And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever
I don’t even make all that much dough
Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure
Now she got me working at the corner store

[Chorus]
But I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord
Yeah, yeah
Oh Lord

[Verse 2]
Gormet
Heart them ramen noodles
Freak it with the hot sauce
I do McDonalds too though
And when I wanna go out
Good Will gotta do though
Sweet talking the bouncers
18 bucks, I need 2 more

[Pre-Chorus]
And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever
I don’t even make all that much dough
Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure
Now she got me working at the corner store

[Chorus]
But I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord

[Verse 3]
Jumped the gate, subway station
All the seats are taken
This kinda lifestyle teach you patience
I spend my very last savings on some Takis
I’m good at simbis crib
I don’t need no hotel lobbies
I doubt I’d get along with paparazzi , yeah
I just want a Slim Jim and a 40
I just wanna roll up to the sundown without my moms throwing a fit
I just wanna party in New York in all the abandon warehouses
With the hipster kids and the bad bitches with hair on their armpits
We wear designer clothes from thrifts
My hair might not be laid and did

[Chrous]
Yeah, but I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord

Bibi Bourelly – Ballin letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted September 30, 2016

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh Lord
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I got fired from Old Navy
Landlord keeps on knocking
Swear that nigga hates me
Sleeping on this old couch
But shit, I’m not complaining
‘Cause I’m still a pimp though
Like there’s moulah raining
[Pre-Chorus]
And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever
I don’t even make all that much dough
Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure
Now she got me working at the corner store

[Chorus]
But I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord
Yeah, yeah
Oh Lord

[Verse 2]
Gormet
Heart them ramen noodles
Freak it with the hot sauce
I do McDonalds too though
And when I wanna go out
Good Will gotta do though
Sweet talking the bouncers
18 bucks, I need 2 more

[Pre-Chorus]
And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever
I don’t even make all that much dough
Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure
Now she got me working at the corner store

[Chorus]
But I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord

[Verse 3]
Jumped the gate, subway station
All the seats are taken
This kinda lifestyle teach you patience
I spend my very last savings on some Takis
I’m good at simbis crib
I don’t need no hotel lobbies
I doubt I’d get along with paparazzi , yeah
I just want a Slim Jim and a 40
I just wanna roll up to the sundown without my moms throwing a fit
I just wanna party in New York in all the abandon warehouses
With the hipster kids and the bad bitches with hair on their armpits
We wear designer clothes from thrifts
My hair might not be laid and did

[Chrous]
Yeah, but I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord