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Balcony Lyrics - Artist : YBN Nahmir
Uh, ayy, ayy, gang, gang
Huh, ayy, ayy, gang, gang Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Gang, gang) Light bros, time fast, switchin' lanes quick Live fast, die young, that's basic My opps, they mad, they hatin' Up now, not next, stayed patient Bag it up, I'm finna bag it up, she finna back it up Thinkin' 'bout, "Do I want the Ferrari or the Bentley truck?" Diddy bop, the pole hang out my jeans, I keep the Semi tucked I'm laughin' at you fuck niggas, 'cause you think I'm lackin', bro Won't catch me lackin' up in traffic, can't put me in caskets You leave your bitch around the bros and they breakin' her back in Your brother funny, he be actin', he really be cappin' A skinny nigga, but I shoot, so you know how I'm steppin' He tried to kick the door, that nigga got shot And we ain't tryna cuff nan' ho, want no thot She gon' fuck for the fee, all these hoes want this cock My nigga still on his block, sellin' weed to his opps Ayy, and it's still fuck the cops Niggas took my lil' bro, I think about that shit a lot And it's still free Corey, Chris and Grim and Lil Rock Like a plug, I'm connected, I'm connected to the block Fuck the Porsche, bitch, I hopped up off the balcony Shot another opp, he seen that light like a Christmas tree My name good in any hood, niggas know 'bout me Almost broke my wish with that Glock when it's firin' I tell that nigga get gunned or lay down Like I'm Biggie, shoot you, I'ma slide with trey pounds We gon' throw surprise parties, then we fill 'em up with rounds Know that K to my soul, when I shoot, I'm a hound Nigga, ayy, it's free Lil, it's still free Lil Rock Ayy, I'm well, I'm well connected to the block Ayy, I done hopped off the balcony Ayy, he seen that light like a Christmas tree |
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