Balloon (feat. Tyler, The Creator) [explicit]

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    (Ooh)
    (Ooh)
    (Ooh)
    (Ooh)
    (Ooh)
    (I wanna rock, I wanna rock, I wanna rock, I wanna rock, I wanna rock)
    (Don't stop)

    Yeah, we ain't talkin' to your dumbass
    You could be a millionaire and still be a bum ass
    Boy, I've been in a dream, I've been on a to—
    (Don't stop, do-don't stop)
    (Okay, look) why I work so hard? My soul profit
    Why I can't settle down? I like options
    Why I hate small talk? I like topics
    House shoppin', I'm a pig, I love coppin', ugh
    No BBLs, I like A cups, ugh
    Long legs, pretty when they wake up, ugh
    Niggas run they mouth, wanna race up
    Everything real here, no lace front, okay
    I doze during December, I slay
    And I don't even like girls, bitch, I'm way up too high
    Bitch, I'm on my own dick, I don't need your box, ugh
    Fuck them regrets (ugh), call them and get all that weight off your chest (huh)
    Got my brothers here, we the Wayans
    Not my only girl, but you my favorite
    I've been flyin' high, where's the pavement?
    Enough of me, can I get an amen?

    Ooh (don't stop)
    (Don't stop)
    Can I get an amen? (Don't stop)
    (Don't stop)
    (Don't stop)
    I'll air this bitch out like balloon (don't stop)
    I'll send his bitch ass to the Moon
    I'm at the top, ain't no room (don't stop)

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    Aight, where the swamp is?
    Flyest bitch up in the room, I need a cockpit (need a cockpit)
    I need some PETA for this pussy, they want the croc' print
    I'm finna air these DL niggas out the closet
    I let it in (let it in), I let it out (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 (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 five-two, 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 the airboat float (don't stop)
    Out in New York, walk around bare-toed
    I don't need a passport, I'm a swamp bitch, oh-oh

    (Don't stop) don't stop
    (Don't stop) don't stop
    (Don't stop) don't stop
    (Don't stop)
    (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

    (Ayy, ayy, ayy) don't stop
    (Ayy, ayy, ayy) don't stop
    (Ayy, ayy, ayy) don't stop
    (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
    (Ayy, ayy, ayy) don't stop
    (Ayy, ayy, ayy) don't stop
    (Ayy, ayy, ayy) don't stop
    Don't stop

    Song details

    Composition: James Brown, Luther Campbell, Robert Ginyard, Tyler, the Creator, Harry Wayne Casey, Rick Finch, and Jaylah Hickmon

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