Letra de Bally On - LeoStayTrill

(Leo)

Lord, I pray, night and day, keep me away from the jezebel

And the girl got a bae, but she never tell

Head screwed on straight, I can never fail

And I could've bought mumsy Jordan 4s, but she tellin' me the Uggs are comfier

Tellin' her, "Cool", but to me, they're uglier

When I see bands, I jumpty, jumpty, jump

Ah, fuck, man did it again

Three di-di-di-di's, one's bringin' a friend (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah)

Five man can't fit in this Benz

One got rated six, but one of them ten

Yo, miss, hey, darlin', come fuck with a boy that's ballin'

Kz love bill it, bill it, then bark it

Shankz might grip up the whip whilst parkin', bitch

All the boy that snaked me, hurt me

Pray that the feds, don't search this Merc'y (No way)

In the whip, make noise this early, defo the next door neighbours heard me

Here's one line that can irk me, sayin' that another MC can verse me

Flew to the States, I was there for seven days and I came back, my Air Force 1s came dirty

Tracksuit, bally on

Sing to your baddie like Amarion

Pretty cute, but I'll probably never marry her

Tell ma', "Cool off" 'cah my money long

If you talk 'bout nonsense, please don't talk, if you're talkin' 'bout mulla, then carry on

And I ride to the— (Uh), ride to the— (Wooh), ride to the money like Italian

Why did you half swipe me? Shit, she must've had Snapchat+ (Oh, no)

Thinkin' 'bout me, make your snapback bust, but who puts the work in? Hashtag us

Secondary school, I had backpacks stuffed

Did all my work, but still got cussed

Girls these days don't make no sense 'cah your man is a bum and you still got cuffed

Crack a smile, she said, "Really, woah", askin' me if they're really gold

Said one line and she nearly fold

Said, "What's your name?" and I nearly told

For goodness sake, as in L-E-O, my govy name, she can't really know (No way)

I ain't givin' no female details

Bro sell it to you lower than retail

Still slide 'round with a tracksuit, bally on

Sing to your baddie like Amarion

Pretty cute, but I'll probably never marry her

Tell ma', "Cool off" 'cah my money long

If you talk 'bout nonsense, please don't talk, if you're talkin' 'bout mulla, then carry on

And I ride to the—, ride to the— (Wooh), ride to the money like Italian

Lord, I pray, night and day, keep me away from the jezebel

And the girl got a bae, but she never tell

Head screwed on straight, I can never fail

And I could've bought mumsy Jordan 4s, but she tellin' me the Uggs are comfier

Tellin' her, "Cool", but to me, they're uglier

When I see bands, I jumpty, jumpty, jump

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