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Trappa - Young nigga balling Lyrics



Trappa - Young nigga balling Lyrics
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I'ma spend everything I come in the mall with
Boy I bet you got about a dub in your closet
Young nigga ballin', runnin' with bosses
Baby you gon' have to hurry up and nut and get off me
Cause bitch I'm in a rush tryna run through this doggy
I be posted up serving, I come if you call me
And yeah I toss another one if you bought 3
You a trap nigga winning got these f*ck niggas salty
Winter time grind, I've been stuffin' my joggies
Niggas say it's up but they ain't up, niggas lost me
Bitch I'm up dog shit, way outta dogs reach
And gang, them go bust him in his shit soon as dog reach
All these coffee cups and I ain't never drunk no coffee
Yo bitch just told my bitch she ain't never comin' off me
If it ain't bout no paper you would never come across me
Got them black cat strickers, boy you never wanna cross me
I'ma spend everything I come in the mall with
Boy I bet you got about a dub in your closet
Young nigga ballin', runnin' with bosses
You gon' have to hurry up and nut and get off me
Cause bitch I'm in a rush tryna run through this doggy
Young trap nigga winning got these f*ck niggas salty
Young trap nigga winning got these f*ck niggas salty
Niggas say it's up but they ain't up, niggas lost me
Why the f*ck you ain't let it bust when you saw me
Got it out the mud, no luck that was all me
Type of nigga can't be f*cked with on or off me
Young nigga ballin' after hundreds of losses
Tryna tell these motherf*ckers that I wasn't just talkin
I done locked in with the plug, now that doggy
Took a lot of risks, I was nothin' but cautious
I'm so f*ckin' bossed up, I need buzzed in the office
I'm in love with that son, put a cup in my coffin
Write it on my headstone, put a young nigga ballin
Boy don't get your head blowed, all that f*ck shit you talkin
I ain't know that was bros hoe, I be f*ckin' her often
Bitch I got the power like I'm cousins with Austin
I got peoples in the peak, Kentucky and Boston
Tell it to the highest bidder like I'm runnin' an auction
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I'ma spend everything I come in the mall with
Boy I bet you got about a dub in your closet
Young nigga ballin', runnin' with bosses
Baby you gon' have to hurry up and nut and get off me
Cause bitch I'm in a rush tryna run through this doggy
I be posted up serving, I come if you call me
And yeah I toss another one if you bought 3
You a trap nigga winning got these f*ck niggas salty
Winter time grind, I've been stuffin' my joggies
Niggas say it's up but they ain't up, niggas lost me
Bitch I'm up dog shit, way outta dogs reach
And gang, them go bust him in his shit soon as dog reach
All these coffee cups and I ain't never drunk no coffee
Yo bitch just told my bitch she ain't never comin' off me
If it ain't bout no paper you would never come across me
Got them black cat strickers, boy you never wanna cross me
I'ma spend everything I come in the mall with
Boy I bet you got about a dub in your closet
Young nigga ballin', runnin' with bosses
You gon' have to hurry up and nut and get off me
Cause bitch I'm in a rush tryna run through this doggy
Young trap nigga winning got these f*ck niggas salty
Young trap nigga winning got these f*ck niggas salty
Niggas say it's up but they ain't up, niggas lost me
Why the f*ck you ain't let it bust when you saw me
Got it out the mud, no luck that was all me
Type of nigga can't be f*cked with on or off me
Young nigga ballin' after hundreds of losses
Tryna tell these motherf*ckers that I wasn't just talkin
I done locked in with the plug, now that doggy
Took a lot of risks, I was nothin' but cautious
I'm so f*ckin' bossed up, I need buzzed in the office
I'm in love with that son, put a cup in my coffin
Write it on my headstone, put a young nigga ballin
Boy don't get your head blowed, all that f*ck shit you talkin
I ain't know that was bros hoe, I be f*ckin' her often
Bitch I got the power like I'm cousins with Austin
I got peoples in the peak, Kentucky and Boston
Tell it to the highest bidder like I'm runnin' an auction
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Writer: Davontae Weems
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Performed By: Trappa
Language: English
Length: 2:14
Written by: Davontae Weems

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