Favorite Ballout (Ft. Chief Keef)

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[Verse 1: Chief Keef & Ballout]
Off that red dead, I'm in my hundred and third hearse (Yeah)
Whips up some pancakes, I'm sippin' syrup, syrup (Yeah)
That my brother died, I ain't heard worse (Nah)
She was lookin' for me then let her search
I might make her put my Glock in her purse (Hmm)
I can fuck her third, her second, her first (Yeah)
Fa-Favorite, favorite
Then we pullin' up gettin' curb service

[Bridge: Ballout]
She say she love me, bitch need to save that
She callin' back to back and I hate it (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Ballout]
Bitch, you need to find somebody to play with
Niggas ain't gettin' money and overrated
I'm ridin' through the hood in some spaceship
I'm out the universe with aliens
I got too high, now I'm lazy, man
You be sittin' outside her house, you crazy man
You gotta keep that bitch away from my crazy friends
They'll steal and sell her ass for eighty bands
Franklin, Grant, Jackson they're my latest friends
I'm the type of nigga to all lady friends

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