Balloon (feat. Doechii)

we ain't talking to your dumb ass
you could be a millionaire and still be a bumass boy
i been in a dream
i been on the
why i work so hard? my soul profits
why i cant settle down i like options
why i hate small talk i like topics house shopping i'm a pig i love copping eww no
bbls i like a cups eww long legs pretty when they wake up eww niggas run their
mouth bro the race up everything real here no lace front ok
like bells during december i sleigh
and i don't even like girls bitch i'm way up too hot bitch i'm on my own dick i don't
need your box eww fuck them regrets call them and get all that weight off your
chest
got my brothers here we the wayans not my only girl but you my favorite i been fly-
ing high where is the pavement
pray for me can i get an amen
i air this bitch out like balloon
i send his bitch ass to the moon
i'm at the top ain't no room
Aight, where the swamp is?
Flyest bitch up in the room I need a cockpit
I need some PETA for this pussy they want the croc print
I'm finna air these DL n****s out the closet
I let it in, I let it out
I'm a bi bitch but I need that pussy now
If he is gay then I am gay and we are nouns
Me and Tyler finna take your bitch down
Oui oui, merci
Keep it cute when you're in my city
I'm 5'2", A-cup titties
I don't need you cause I already fuck me
I don't need a Range when I got an airboat
I don't need a plane cause their airboat float
Out in New York, walk around bare-toed
I don't need a passport I'm a swamp bitch oh
Don't stop
I air this bitch out like a queef
I'll send your ass back to the streets
I'll spray your whole block with le FLEUR*
He gon eat this pussy up cause it's sweet!



Credits
Writer(s): Luther Roderick Campbell, Harry Wayne Casey, Tyler Gregory Okonma, Robert Ginyard, Richard Raymond Finch, Jaylah Ji Mya Hickmon, James Joseph Brown
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