Yung Goo - Ballerina (feat. Dewhaun)
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Fine latina, I be tryna bend her like a ballerina
Pack the heat, I'm pretty sure my blick will really like to meet ya
Had a treesha, pass her to the gang and tell her bye Felicia
I don't need her, I'm gone stack my bread up like I'm Sara Lee
A bitch was tryna fuck with me, Helen Keller I cannot see you
Running through your city, kickin' doors like I'm playin' Sifu
I can't feel the back shawty throat, she a fuckin' emu
I'm just on the come up with my brother, we like Cloak and Tfue
Big ass choppa on me and this bitch is gone play peek a boo
556s get to flyin', stinging niggas, Pikachu
Keep a rocket on me, I will blow this bitch like Kim Jung Un
Whaun Cena 'cause I will adjust a nigga attitude
Call a nigga static 'cause the way I like to shock shit
Not fuckin' with the bitch, I add her to the block list
Talkin' like you got it nigga, we know you is not rich
I just got a K and this shit came without a stock bitch
Green tips, we gone make a movie when we shoot these clips
My bitch, she gone suck my dick while I'm recordin' it
Floor the whip, don't look at the price, I can afford the shit
Boring bitch, I can't fuck her if she ain't a foreign bitch
Fine latina, I be tryna bend her like a ballerina
Pack the heat, I'm pretty sure my blick will really like to meet ya
Had a treesha, pass her to the gang and tell her bye Felicia
I don't need her, I'm gone stack my bread up like I'm Sara Lee
A bitch was tryna fuck with me, Helen Keller I cannot see you
Running through your city, kickin' doors like I'm playin' Sifu
I can't feel the back shawty throat, she a fuckin' emu
I'm just on the come up with my brother, we like Cloak and Tfue
I'm just tryna come up with my brother, with my gang nigga
Must be Uzumaki Goo 'cause all I know is pain nigga
MAC-11 got a lot of energy, it love to bang niggas
Zombie on my hip 'cause my chop gone eat your brain nigga
Lame niggas always in my DM tryna pop shit
Catch him out in traffic and he lackin' got his top ripped
Shawty tryna feel up on my body 'cause I'm hot shit
Hit it then I'm dippin' I ain't fuckin' with no thot bitch
Mop stick, hollow tips gone leave him with anemia
Took her on her date, but not for food, she got Bulimia
She ask if I'm a cancer and I tell her, yeah Leukemia
But you know I can't wife you bitch because I really need me a-
Bad latina, I been tryna bend her like a ballerina
Pack a heater and I'm sure my blick is really glad to meet ya
Had a treesha, pass her to the gang and tell her bye Felicia
I don't need her, I'm gone stack my bread up like I'm Sara Lee
A bitch was tryna fuck with me, Helen Keller I cannot see you
Running through your city, kickin' doors like I'm playin' Sifu
I can't feel the back shawty throat, she a fuckin' emu
I'm just on the come up with my brother, we like Cloak and Tfue
Fine latina, I be tryna bend her like a ballerina
Pack the heat, I'm pretty sure my blick will really like to meet ya
Written by:
Christian Marshall, Dewhaun Benson
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