Correction Lyrics Ballin’ Like Curry (Lv Record) by YPBsound

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Lyrics

*High pitched kid*:

(Cash money baby)

All my n*ggas, ballin' like curry
Yeah b*t*h, mix that b*t*h like a McFlurry
Damn my chains, I see I'm lookin' furry. (aye)
(uhuh)
Your bish she is she perdy (perdy)
N*gga, hurry (damn)
I promise you I'll pop you like I'm curry (damn x2)
Yeah, boy your dime is blurry (damn)
Yeah
Sippin' on that dirty (Damn)
Put out that thirty
Damn
Make your a** f**kin' hurry (talkin')
No your a** ain't f**kin talkin, pour out the
Grra grra grra at ya gla (gla) (talkin')
(damn) pull out that rocket, make yo' a** fly
Like bye heh heh

*Deeper voiced kid*:

So gone, boy I'm not even walkin'
And we could fight, cuz I'm not about that talkin
One punch now I gotcho a** fallin
Money longs as f**k, b*t*h I'm always ballin'
Fine a** b*t*hes boy they always f**kin callin'
Yeah
B*t*h you needa stop it
B*t*h you needa stop it yeah

Yeah

Erbin text with ya, thats where I stay
Look at my shoes, cause they all rockin' chains
Don't get too comfortable, I'll shoot ya in ya brain
So much ice, like I hid a ligga on some trains
You call that money boy I call that pocket change
AK40, Uzie same thang (yeah)
They both go bang, shoot ya in ya brain
In Arrari with yo b*t*h god damn
God damn
Swervin out the private plane

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