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Testo Beach Ballin'
Testo Beach Ballin'
I just wanna be alone
Something 'bout ridin' through the city with yo hand in the breeze
Something 'bout being by myself, wish everybody would leave
I should be okay on my own, don't have to worry 'bout me
I just wanna wanna be alone and I don't wanna say please
Then I'm beyond lit
Yeah, I'm beyond lit And she fallin' for me, for me
But I'm ballin', yeah
I'm beach ballin'
And she fallin' for me (Uh, uh), for me (Yeah, yeah)
I worked for Bentleys, cribs, and diamonds, everything that you see
I should be chillin' with a bad one somewhere out by the beach
She doesn't smoke but she know how to roll a fatty indeed
I lost a lotta fuckin' homies in 2018
I should be dead, thank God for rehab, I don't wanna OD
I died at 27 years, came back to life, OMG
I should be workin' nine-to-five in my hometown by the sea
I dropped out, made all of these M's
And now I'm living my dreams
Blah, blah, la di da di da (Yeah, yeah)
Blah, blah, la di da di da
That's a whole lotta blah, blah, la di da di da
Yeah
Blah, blah, la di da di da
That's a whole lotta blah, blah, la di da di da
Yeah
Blah, blah, la di da di da
That's a whole lotta blah, blah, la di da di da
Yeah
Then I'm beyond lit
Yeah, I'm beyond lit (Blah, blah, la di da di da, that's a whole lotta blah, blah, la di da di da)
And she fallin' for me, for me (Blah, blah, la di da di da, that's a whole lotta blah, blah, la di da di da, For me)
But I'm ballin', yeah (Blah, blah, la di da di da, blah, blah, la di da di da)
I'm beach ballin' (Beach ballin')
And she fallin' for me, for me
Something 'bout ridin' through the city with yo hand in the breeze
Something 'bout being by myself, wish everybody would leave
I should be okay on my own, don't have to worry 'bout me
I just wanna wanna be alone and I don't wanna say please
Then I'm beyond lit
Yeah, I'm beyond lit And she fallin' for me, for me
But I'm ballin', yeah
I'm beach ballin'
And she fallin' for me (Uh, uh), for me (Yeah, yeah)
I worked for Bentleys, cribs, and diamonds, everything that you see
I should be chillin' with a bad one somewhere out by the beach
She doesn't smoke but she know how to roll a fatty indeed
I lost a lotta fuckin' homies in 2018
I should be dead, thank God for rehab, I don't wanna OD
I died at 27 years, came back to life, OMG
I should be workin' nine-to-five in my hometown by the sea
I dropped out, made all of these M's
And now I'm living my dreams
Blah, blah, la di da di da (Yeah, yeah)
Blah, blah, la di da di da
That's a whole lotta blah, blah, la di da di da
Yeah
Blah, blah, la di da di da
That's a whole lotta blah, blah, la di da di da
Yeah
Blah, blah, la di da di da
That's a whole lotta blah, blah, la di da di da
Yeah
Then I'm beyond lit
Yeah, I'm beyond lit (Blah, blah, la di da di da, that's a whole lotta blah, blah, la di da di da)
And she fallin' for me, for me (Blah, blah, la di da di da, that's a whole lotta blah, blah, la di da di da, For me)
But I'm ballin', yeah (Blah, blah, la di da di da, blah, blah, la di da di da)
I'm beach ballin' (Beach ballin')
And she fallin' for me, for me
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