Ballerina Feet Lyrics

P said I keep rappin bout girls

Nigga I rap about hoes

I'm playin I'm too impulsive

Like niggas lookin forward to the show of roses

Cause he like pussy like I like pussy

And I need more I hate finite pussy

But this shit can get scary like fright night pussy

Cause niggas might die for some might die pussy

Where I be at man

Cause niggas need me now like the weed man and

I ain't feedin cows wit the green I plan

Fuck up the plan and you might get planned on

What happened to the shit y'all stand on

We goblins fuck the flowers

Ain't dyin for them raps nigga you are a coward

I know I'm a downer

Cause I can't even drink and I can't even toke

Can't hit the club ID'd at the door

And I hate guns nigga but I can't even tote

But I do ya like woah

Do a nigga like

Smoke

We at war

We at war

What's really your plan if Tev said fuck it's war

Black Skinhead like chemo

I ride for my niggas like we know

But the price turn niggas into Nino Brown

G Money wit the racks you freeload

But alas I'm pass all the textin and trashin

Girl I like you better with ya ass in the passenger

This why I hate her white half cause it's askin her

Stop fuckin wit them Holt niggas

I just seen an innocent mind it's due or die

In the line to her life asking are you scared to die

I'm a pastor you could trust me

Or I could turn into bastard lust me

Ima freaky foe all you gotta do is touch me

Ion like hoes bitch left over lunch meat

I be biting bitches and bitches bitch ima Dudley

She my lil supplex baby she in the front seat

Yelling out boppas on boppas on boppas

Lil mama really think im bouta clock her

Boppas on boppas on boppas

Where is P where the holt where they stay at

Boppas on boppas on boppas

Spotted me A.N.T. ima possum

Holtboys we playin that flocka

Realized she obsessed ima god to her

Lil momma need dick I would not do her

Maybe allocate cash I'll fly to her

Know her brother play jazz she could rock to

But the Holt got knock

It's been a few years niggas killed Pac

I need a new chain she need a new pop

I need some new rings she need a new cock

She need a new thing bitch smoke crack rock

And you not that bitch baby lost her spot

O Ant and P hit her wit a red dot

Needa go to confession she need a clean up

Hit up P for progression she really fiend up

And baby just know one thing uh

If you really wanna make it to ya senior

Wanna live see a nigga in a arenas

One thing uh

Stop fuckin wit them Holt niggas