Boosie Badazz - Ball paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Ball - Boosie Badazz



God fearin' weed dealer
Yhe wise-eyed coke sniffer
The drug dealer, ass kisser
The free me at last nigga
For the pussy popper
The juvenile looking like she a mama partner
The corner store, the Foot Locker,
The Boosie juice, the talk advisor
For the car thief, the teenage burglar, the young murderer
For the prostitute and the pimp she got working her
This for the slum life, for the dance that make you dance
When you hear gunshots in the end
This for every real nigga lost a friend
This for my nigga dead
For the FEMA store, the track life babies who let that nina go
For the Brookstown head buster
The Parktown fed ducker
For the 3rd Ward jack niggas
For the Sherwood H sellers
This for Bobby Shmurda, BG, and C-Murder
Motherfucker, this for
Y'all, get that sack, ball
Get that sack, ball, get that sack
(Bad bitches, this for)
Y'all, get that sack, ball
Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball, ball, ball
This for everybody wake up with a whole lot of money on they mind (Ball, bitch, ball)
Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball
Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball
Second verses for all my gangsters who done gone in
Six feet, shit deep, I got long wind
And this verse for my niggas in that cold pen
Every man responsible for his own sin
This one live, lil' one got his bag right
He put in overtime
Lil' one kind of remind me of me
This for overtime
Open locker, this for them choppers that ring like doorbells
Baltimore, where most trigger fingers short as a toenail (Murder)
Duval on BooPac, Saint Louis, don't even go there
This for the bail bonds
When you take half on a coke bale (Yeah, yeah)
This for y'all in the bricks
If they ain't tryna give us help
Then they ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Yeah, yeah)
This for y'all in the clique, clique changed, lookin' sick
Put your hood up in this bitch (Yeah, yeah)
This for all the bad women who make Fashion
Nova look better than Fendi
Baby girl, this for
Y'all, get that sack, ball
Get that sack, ball, get that sack
(Bad bitches, this for...)
Y'all, get that sack, ball
Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball, ball, ball
This for everybody wake up with a whole lot of money on they mind (Ball, bitch, ball)
Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball
Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball



Writer(s): Gavin Omar Luckett, Brandon Pitre, Stayve Jerome Thomas


Boosie Badazz - Badazz 3.5
Album Badazz 3.5
date de sortie
29-03-2019




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