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"Sorry I Been Ballin Intro (units)" is a track by Rx Papi, from the album Sorry I Been Ballin, released 24th January 2025. The track is 3:01 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below.
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That's risky It's the dog Shit get to rollin', better get for cover On perks, I'm seein' double I hang with grave diggers You come around this bitch, you don't see none but shovels Probably be in the kitchen Boss is sweat more white than Elvis Presley I don't know what I know But all I know is I don't talk to detectives Pull up at 600, I bounce out trimmin' shit That bitch gon' fuck me Ain't shit change, probably the same Bitch, I just got some money Dial pads on me, bitch, on my A's Got a pocket bustle, tap pint once That's that, ain't gon' be no discussion Heard a boy fight gooder than a bitch I wanna see boxer button Short fuse, I'll go right in your shit Cause bitch, I'm not for nothin' Heard he said my name in the disc I'm busy somewhere thumbin' Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids Parked a car at a corner store, left the engine runnin' She suck my dick all night, and I still ain't get her nothin' I'll walk in Denny's, drop ya deal They say Poppy buckin' Sippin' on that double cup muddy I got too much money Broke nigga, get the fuck from me SRT hummin', big-ass truck rilin' down the street Look like a bus comin' I was a young nigga chasin' that cash You tryna fuck somethin' for that bag Niggas pull up fast, then we flush somethin' I could hit the road for 60 days and get a rapid kit Poppy ain't no rap nigga, don't try me on no rapid shit I jump out the wheel, I'm clutchin' steel, tryin' to clasp some shit Nigga, this ain't no drill, this shit real, real wack a bitch Birdie kinda ill with the spell, real accurate Ten milli' hit a nigga face, make him backwards flip I like to scream "Free Lil' Toe V.O." when I crack the tris You know I'm gon' catch it on film when I crack ya bitch Mary's in some bricks, I'm comin' trim, I'ma do that fashion shit Poppy pull up in that big vroom car, fast as shit They know how I rock and how I roll, so don't ask me shit Roll up off the pound, back to back, so don't pass me shit I'm buried the fuck down, smell like a pound, they like, "Yeah, that's him" Neck look like Christmas Eve, and he got a flashy wrist Your hoe a cool six, I don't know who the hell gassed the bitch Poppy like a get-money hoe and a nasty bitch I'ma pop my shit no matter what, that's why these niggas hate it I could walk in Dandies when I want it, drop a cool 80 24 come out to 30 on this bitch like it's two Brady's Bros say I'ma lose my mind, I'm goin' Louis shoe crazy Poppy pulled up in a lady's, pulled up rockin' outdated Know I'm not the one to play with, she hit the worst, thank goodness gracious In the kitchen goin' crazy, baby, I been cookin' lately Before you see me burn it, I'ma turn it, I ain't even gotta scrape it Sorry, I been ballin' on ya, jumped out another foreign on ya They ain't put a warning on ya before they went to scoring on ya Sorry, I been shittin' on ya, sorry, I been spending money 20's, 50's, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids Sorry, I been ballin' on ya, sorry, I been Sorry, I been ballin' on ya, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids Sorry, I been ballin' on ya
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