And it doesn't give money
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It does not make any sence
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We have to turn around
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Ballin is for players
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And it doesn't give money
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It does not make any sence
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In the light and in the dark
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Hustle goes forever
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And it doesn't give money
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It does not make any sence
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We have to turn around
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Ballin is for players
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And it doesn't give money
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It does not make any sence
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In the light and in the dark
|
Hustle goes forever
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You really thought that
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Somebody tell me something sometimes
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He gave or what?
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Anyway or what?
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You really thought that
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Sometimes I fucking get hungry or something
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Like fact or what (Ey)
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Going to high school
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I just couldn't afford it
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Good marks at home do not pay the bills
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Switch to fashion, whatever you think about it
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Judge and don't know my story halfway through
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If you have, you can
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If you don't, you have to
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Either you're sitting on cash
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Or you're sitting on your ears
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I hear you speak
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But I don't want to know what
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How not to hunt
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That's how I perceive 10 percent
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If you know what I mean
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Lots of work little time
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Those numbers are like hoes
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And I pass it a long time ago
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Those liabilities bought a cart
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The engine sounds like opera
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How much is the consumption
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How much is needed
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You already understand the download budget
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Raise your income yes
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You spin the first, the second mega
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The third comes alone
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Ambition to always tip densely
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Like no one here
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Whether tracks or kilograms
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And it doesn't give money
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It does not make any sence
|
We have to turn around
|
Ballin is for players
|
And it doesn't give money
|
It does not make any sence
|
In the light and in the dark
|
Hustle goes forever
|
And it doesn't give money
|
It does not make any sence
|
We have to turn around
|
Ballin is for players
|
And it doesn't give money
|
It does not make any sence
|
In the light and in the dark
|
Hustle goes forever
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S. Barrracuda:
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God give me strength
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Give me love, give me health
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But most importantly
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Give me the paper
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Sometimes I don't know what to do with these
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He's chasing their heads
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The guy called for it
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That I fucked his old man
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Conversation with me
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That's a liter per minute
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And your girl is a cesspool
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I wouldn't even give her a nickel
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You talk too much
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I'll ask you to shut up
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Unless you're talking about money
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So it doesn't make sense
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Sergei B. is a dealer
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These are not rumors
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I lived on my mom's couch
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I have pockets now
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Full of slag
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I have an architect
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I don't make lines
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With three whores
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I don't do steam
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Those guys are reporting to us
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But they are not with us
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Business straight from the house
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I'm moving that product
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By mail or by hand
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Or to the lungs
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Until I catch someone
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I imagine Maybach
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While driving a Benz
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Unless he's doing a dove
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That doesn't make sense
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Do not call me
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I deal with this and that
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I'm going full
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From zero to a hundred
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I know that pound
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And I'll do a somersault
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I would like a woman
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Like Griselda Blanco
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Fucking bastard
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He wants to search the car
|
I'm calling a lawyer
|
He'll take a look
|
Fucking block
|
He sees me there often
|
And it doesn't give money
|
It does not make any sence
|
We have to turn around
|
Ballin is for players
|
And it doesn't give money
|
It does not make any sence
|
In the light and in the dark
|
Hustle goes forever
|
And it doesn't give money
|
It does not make any sence
|
We have to turn around
|
Ballin is for players
|
And it doesn't give money
|
It does not make any sence
|
In the light and in the dark
|
Hustle goes forever |