Ballers Feud lyrics ( Yukmouth )
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Artist : Yukmouth Song : Ballers Feud Chorus *(phats bossalini & val young)* 2x
That’s the ballers feud
A thug
changes, and love changes
That’s the
ballers feud
And best friends become
strangers.
Verse 1*(yukmouth)*
Survey says...
You know some fake
mutha fuckas
I know some bustas too
This fake mutha fucka been causin rukus in my
crew
Since ’92
At first I thought
he was cool like dru
Always hollerin the
dangerous crew, but if you only knew
Them
niggas don’t wanna hang wit you
Cuz of
the thangs you do
Learn a thang or two
Talkin bad bout yo homies, two bitches who
juss be framin you
Niggas thinkin bout
hangin you, the game is true
Everywhere we
go the punk hoo bangin you
Makes it kinda
hard for me to swang wit you
That’s why
niggas only hang wit dru, my pimpydoo
Folk-el, smoke out my range rove-el
What? what?
Fuck these broke-els
I hate it when niggas be playin wit yo mail,
because they only end up
Smoked out
Broke as hell
Drivin buckets
I’m
drivin luxury cars and plus shit
Benz the
lexus the roughest to fuck wit
So you wanna
be p-i-m-p?
You need to get a bitch to fuck
you fo free
You payin g’s fo pussy.
*(chorus)* 2x
Verse 2
*(numskull)*
There’s too many
playas
Too many ballas
Too many
hustlas
Too many killas
Too many
pimped out mutha fuckas
So now we got the
east coast and the west coast feudin to see
who’s
Cleanest
The cleanest mutha
fucka is the richest and the genius
What if
you stumbles, like buyin too many houses
Wit
rims to put on yo shit, too many furry couches
Who the mouses nigga, I think you knowin
Sheadin tears from bitches who take yo shit
and keep goin
An don’t come back, cuz
they done sucked you dick and yo cabbage
Got 20 hoes across america livin lavish
Hatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta live
like that
A bitch can roll wit me, or hit
the track
You can talk about pimpin, you
can talk about killin
But when that shit
goes down, sound minds will be revealin
When you die and comeback, maybe you can try
again and beat me
But don’t try now, cuz
you niggas can’t see me
22, ready to hoo
ride at moments notice
First to swang,
hittin noses, eyes can’t focus
Hocus
pocus
Now 25 niggas on ya
Juss
because you moved from california
Ballers
feud.
*(chorus)* 2x
Verse 3 *(kastro)*
We went from
loved ones, on the way up
To no love at
all
Time to go though, so I don’t give no
fucks at all
Cross the game
Don’t be
playin, stoned get right
I shed blood wit
this, and that can’t be gone, overnight
This hate
Man, could be a cold mutha
fucka
Close friends, close as cat scan,
love ’em like my brother
Now i
See
’em dyin like a mutha fucka
Slow death,
no breath
Man I love it like my mother
And that’s some cold shit, I’m on some
mo’ swole shit
Listen quick
Fingers
thick
Lady clit
Piss this shit, on yo
clit
Niggas know I’m flossin k-cash
Cash foldin
You want what I’m holdin,
my wife an my life stolen
Worse enemy,
authority
Police are all enemy
Richeously, this life fo’ me ain’t as bad
as it seems to be
But still in all I love,
all I love
Take my ten fingers, my ten
toes, an mash outta love
Do it fo ya’ll,
all ya’ll
My baby girl an god
This
crazy world like a knife in the heart of my
cause
Now half part of me hard
The
other part of me scarred
Death wit out
health, but still a nigga prayin to god.
*(chorus)* 4x
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