paroles de chanson Ballet (feat. Yak Gotti) - Yak Gotti , Young Stoner Life Records , Karlae

Dancin' on these bitches like I'm doin' ballet
Brand-new Lamborghini, pass the keys to valet
Two hunnid on the dash, get the fuck out my way
Do just what the fuck I want, don't give a fuck what you say (uh-huh)

Off-white on my body and same color linguine
I got these niggas thirsty, tryna drink me like a martini
I count a hundred bands a day, bitch, I'm a money fan
The money love me, we together like a hunnid percent, yeah

I beat up the bands like a fighter, yeah
I been killin' these bitches, no tryin', yeah
Saddity bitch, and I'm with the shit, I ain't scared to do no poppin' (hey)
Know some bitches that folded on me, and they're hatin' now
Know some niggas that tried to play me, got 'em beggin' now, yeah
(There's some bitches that folded on me, and they're hatin' now)

Lookin' like a little angel, try me, shit get dangerous
And if they're tryin' to hate the rodeo, I pull up Wrangler
Grease my body with the hunnids, bitches know I'm lotioned up
Know that they ain't built like this, I told 'em they ain't slime enough

Back to a bad bitch, you in my seat, this throne made for a queen
Money my first language, we don't talk the same? Fuck you mean?
Circle tighter than cheerios, you a goofy, you don't fit in it
I run them in every race, look, I ain't even sprintin'

Dancin' on these bitches like I'm doin' ballet
Brand new Lamborghini, pass the keys to valet
Two hunnid on the dash, get the fuck out my way
Do just what the fuck I want, don't give a fuck what you say, uh-huh

Off-white on my body and same color linguine
I got these niggas thirsty, tryna drink me like a martini
I count a hundred bands a day, bitch, I'm a money fan (yeah!)
The money love me, we together like a hunnid percent, yeah

Better stop slippin', you trippin' (trippin')
Might just slip walk on your pimpin' (yo' pimpin')
See why my second deal was light, but, at this point, it feels different
Like, fuck they OnlyFans, I'm tryna be yo' only fan
Glove up on my right wrist, I make catchin' shit
Since Shawty Lo, yeah, I'm the man (hey)

Pull up in a 488 'Rari with Rico
This bitch in red and can't forget she got a spider demeanor (spider)
Yeah, we some lions at this point, yeah, we just buyin' hyenas (hyenas)
Yeah, they just lyin' at this point, I never mind, I distinguish, huh (yeah)

Bitch, this ain't no fuckin' Beamer, jump out at the red light (hey)
Doin' my dance, I be like, fuck these people (hey)
Really, who is the fuck these people? (Yeah)
Well, I don't give a fuck 'bout people (yeah)
Everyday 'bout my slime you keep up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yak on Yak my crew be back to back (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, in these streets, you've seen 'em

Dancin' on these bitches like I'm doin' ballet (huh)
Brand new Lamborghini, pass the keys to valet (gimme)
Two hunnid on the dash (ay), get the fuck out my way (yo)
Do just what the fuck I want, don't give a fuck what you say, uh-huh

Off-white on my body and the same color linguine
I got these niggas thirsty, tryna drink me like a martini
I count a hundred bands a day, bitch, I'm a money fan
The money love me, we together like a hunnid percent, yeah