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90 racks for the watch, 30 stacks for the chain A 50 bar for the medallion, diamonds drippy like the rain Lower development housing is where I was taught to talk my talk In the thick of the smudge, the slime, on the tar like crosswalk A young factor having scrilly, spending blue notes in a drought Living for the moment, fuck further out Tomahawk by my kidney, MCM belt Fucker want beef, I'm make him a patty melt I'ma see you about something, send my crash dummy He ain't from Japan, but he like to play kamikaze Your bitch got sloppy toppy, off of the ginger ale with Jack She got that hot throat with a built-in thermostat I'm smoking agricultural and vegetation in the backseat zone and blazin' In the clean 19 with the dealership plates, insurance and registration Garnished and decorated with all the toppings and all the fixings We don't fuck with turf dirt, we only fuck with vixens I don't jog, fuck the brown police dog From the Yay, apartment complexes and smog Get it, count money in the fog What? Ballhog I don't jog, fuck the brown police dog From the Yay, apartment complexes and smog Get it, count money in the fog What? Ballhog, ballhog Letras de cancionesHallelujuah! The Lord blessed me with gouda You can find me on vacation in Barbados or Aruba Puerto Villarta, Mexico, Bora Bora or Bermuda Me don't do no snorkel, me don't do no scuba Under difficult circumstances, I'm having my finances Used to be the lowest man on the totem pole, used to be the brokest kid on campus Way ahead of my time, the laughing stock in pre-school Holes in my pants when ripped jeans wasn't cool Beat the odds, count my blessings, it's a blessing Praise God for replying to my message Suckers don't understand me 'cause they ain't got no understanding I'm out here feasting, I ain't famine, eating jasmine rice and salmon Your little gutter chick ain't handling, got you sprung Need to tell that hoe to douche and brush her tongue Wandering eyes, wondering why I ain't calling Come and get your bitch, she out here thottin', reckless eyeballin'...BIATCH! I don't jog, fuck the brown police dog From the Yay, apartment complexes and smog Get it, count money in the fog What? Ballhog I don't jog, fuck the brown police dog From the Yay, apartment complexes and smog Get it, count money in the fog What? Ballhog, ballhog Ballhog, ballhog From Letras Mania