| Got these diamonds dancing on my wrist and neck, I’m really lit
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| Found out that my nigga ain’t my nigga, man, that boy a snitch (Ho, ho)
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| That shit lame as hell, nigga, I should get you hit
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| Yeah, I used to trick the slickest niggas with that counterfeit (Slime)
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| Ho, breakdown king, nigga, sack it up and mix
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| And I shoot you like the knicks, yeah, I’m ballin' on that bitch
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| Yeah, I bet my teacher feel stupid, I’m richer than a bitch
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| Diamonds dancin' on my neck and wrist, don’t forget fist
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| Uh, might as well just come on, add to my list
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| All the model bitches love me, say they love this dick
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| Remember when I come to class, you used to call me off (Come here)
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| Yeah, that’s why I went and put these diamonds on my mouth
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| Ho, don’t forget I heard about your herd that you be
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| And I fucked that teacher
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| Yeah, bitch, it’s the mayor, you said that I wouldn’t be nothin'
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| Got them millions, bitch, and yeah, I got a hundred guns
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| Ho, 'member when I told you that I was the chosen one (Bitch)
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| Now you lookin' stupid, yeah, your dumbass lookin' dumb (Ho)
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| Yeah, they kicked me out of school, I went straight to the block (Why they do
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| it?)
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| You used to ride by after school, you seen me with that Glock (With the pole)
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| You told me I’ma go to jail or either I’ma die (Why?)
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| But now I got this money, I can put you in the sky (Ho)
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| I remember when my teacher said that I won’t be shit (Dawg)
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| Now I rich, I can’t wait 'til I see that stupid bitch (Racks)
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| Got these diamonds dancing on my wrist and neck, I’m really lit
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| Found out that my nigga ain’t my nigga, man, that boy a snitch (Ho, ho)
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| That shit lame as hell, nigga, I should get you hit
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| Yeah, I used to trick the slickest niggas with that counterfeit (Slime)
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| Ho, breakdown king, nigga, sack it up and mix
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| And I shoot you like the knicks, yeah, I’m ballin' on that bitch (It's Gucci)
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| I don’t play with pepper spray and I’m not tryna mace ya down
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| This lemon squeeze and cheetah spray’ll chase ya down like cheetah prey
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| Judge, he gave me three today, my head up like I beat the case
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| Body counts, I’ll lead the race, don’t care none' what no preacher say
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| I didn’t have no so I didn’t get to eat today
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| Valley boys, we made you run, we made you use your feet today
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| Looking at me crazy, I’m knocking out your teeth today
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| 'Member they was scared of me, nobody would serve me
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| Knowing it’s a drought, and damn, I need a half a birdie
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| Rumblin' in my school clothes and damn near got 'em dirty (Well damn)
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| I put that boy in urgent care, he went in on a gurney (Wow)
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| I don’t even tell the whole truth to my attorney (Gucci)
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| I remember when my teacher said that I won’t be shit (Dawg)
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| Now I rich, I can’t wait 'til I see that stupid bitch (Racks)
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| Got these diamonds dancing on my wrist and neck, I’m really lit
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| Found out that my nigga ain’t my nigga, man, that boy a snitch (Ho, ho)
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| That shit lame as hell, nigga, I should get you hit
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| Yeah, I used to trick the slickest niggas with that counterfeit (Slime)
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| Ho, breakdown king, nigga, sack it up and mix
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| And I shoot you like the knicks, yeah, I’m ballin' on that bitch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ballin On A Bitch , by - Foogiano. Song from the album Gucci Mane Presents: So Icy Summer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп