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Translate the highlighted words as you listen to the song
I
took a
ballerina
down to
the
ball dance
Met
a couple
ball players
found a
ball stance
Now
we
in
the
bathroom,
she
found a
ball
face
Took
some
shots
and
balled
out,
now
how
the stall
taste?
I
can't even
go
inside,
my old hoes
might
hear
I
might need to
hit the town
I
need
you
right here
right here
'Til
she
reached in
the trunk
and
found a
nina
I told her
'Baby
that's
Nina
Simone'
Ayy,
drivin'
through the
liquor store
faded,
braided
Hands
in this
motherfucker
wavin',
hazy
'80s
like the
'90s
and
2000s
Drivin'
through this
motherfucker,
wildin'
Ayy,
Brady
seven
pack,
they
come in
bunch
I
been with
the 'quad
on a
high note
gettin'
C-notes
Different
presentation
to this vibe
you
need
a keynote
Presi'
Around
this
motherfucker,
I ain't sendin'
vetos
Ain't no
stoppin'
shit
or
stoppin'
licks,
them
boys
on
G-O
Battin' out
the 504
I
saved
her name
as 'Creole'
Balance
when
I'm
on a road
I
get the go
and
T-O
Dominatrix
Matrix
when
she do it
like I'm
Neo
Shit
is off
its
sockets,
they
lock in
Mama
said
live up to
my
name,
but
they
jockin'
They
gonna try
go
and
take your face
for
the profit
They
gonna lie
they
gonna slip and slide
get beside ya
They
gonna try
we
a hundred deep
like
Verizon
In the trees
with the
bumble bees
on horizon
Ain't catchin'
Zs
I
been
in
in the V
on road to
Zion
Sell
they
souls,
hoppin'
in
that mode
that
I
ain't
buyin'
He
ain't
Slaughter
Gang,
then
he
ain't official
When
that chopper
sing,
you
really think
that
they
gonna miss
you?
I
spent
a half
a million dollars
on
dismissals
It's
gonna be
a
hearse,
not
a verse
if I diss you
Got
me
fucked
up,
nigga,
got
me
fucked up
When
I
send it
past the
ceilin',
that shit
stuck up
All that
talkin',
actin'
tough
get you roughed up
If
your
wifey
at
the
spot,
she
gettin'
bust up
Rich
nigga,
got
my strap
from Tommy Hilfiger
Red,
white,
and
blue,
American,
I
kill
niggas
Spray
his
block
and
then
pull
off,
this
a
real
dipple
Bottega
pick my
cotton,
but
I'm
a
field
nigga
I
be
sittin'
inside the house
'cause
I
don't feel
niggas
Fuck with
Baby,
but
my
baby
like to
drill
niggas
Claustrophobic
I
don't even
like to chill
with 'em
Guess
I'm
fake
since
everybody say
they
real
niggas
Got
a
whoopin'
but
you
still
ain't learned
your lesson
Hard-headed
you
won't end up
on a stretcher
You
Usher
now
you
givin' out
confessions
On the
blogs
like these
hoes,
you
messy
Put a
Louis
logo
on
my
switch
I know
Virgil
probably
lookin' down
like,
'Damn,
this nigga
back on that
shit'
Back inside
the club
with my
blick
Playin'
freeze tag
shit
I'm
tryna see
who it
Niggas
say
we
opps,
when
they
see
me,
don't do
shit
Only
person
believe
that
you
a
killer
is
your bitch
Makin'
diss
songs,
this nigga
died about
a
diss
If
I see
my
opps
while
I'm
in
cuffs,
then I'ma
spit
Wanna kill
the world
about your bitch
'cause
she on dick
Thinking 'bout
the
hoes
that
I'ma
shit on
while
I
piss
You
ain't heard
my music
why
you
ballin' up
your fists
?
Reverb
on the
chopper,
it
go,
'Baow'
when it
hit
He
ain't
Slaughter
Gang,
then
he
ain't official
When
that chopper
sing,
you
really think
that
they
gonna miss
you?
I
spent
a half
a million dollars
on
dismissals
It's
gonna be
a
hearse,
not
a verse
if I diss you
Got
me
fucked
up,
nigga,
got
me
fucked up
When
I
send it
past the
ceilin',
that shit
stuck up
All that
talkin',
actin'
tough
get you roughed up
If
your
wifey
at
the
spot,
she
gettin'
bust up