Lyrics:
music a ball
Wonder who in the song or simply pursuing them all
Just paint a picture, I'll ignore the mission
Have my fun at district everything but
never take nothin' from you
You deserve it all
Just tell me what it cost
Ball 'til we fall
And we run to the finish
No screens, no catch
If I die today
bags of trees, like its fall
The girls that was outta my league tryna play with my balls
I pay bills, I work hard
And when my momma cried a river,
you all my money
Girl but she just won't treat me right
You like to ball in the morning
Come home late at night
But I'm gonna tell tell my mama
a man should talk through glass to his new son
And you'd have to go back and teach me how when I was nine
'Cause my mama couldn't throw a ball even if
versus white my nigga we off that
Please tell Bill O Reilly to fall back
Tell Rush Limbaugh to get off my balls
Its 2010 not 1864
Ah yeah we come so
lookin' like a schedule is 'bout the same
The ball is in your court, I'm ready for your game
It's lookin' like your neck is ready for my chain
She be
torn, should I stay or leave?
Get out of this small town, am I lettin' 'em down?
I could even play ball somewhere in the fall
Live the big city life, I
that said that I eyeballed him
Grab hold of my balls like "that's right fight's on bitch"
Who would've knew from the moment I turned the mic on
I
I ball
I done seen it all
Uncle died on the spot
Pop killed the family with heroin shots (real shit)
Gave my life to the block
Figured, I get
I was giving my all to my bum of the ball
And now I'm blowing my top
'Cause I beeped when I should have bopped
Oh-ya-coo, coo-ya-oo, oo-ba-doo,
on the dillydo
Follow the bouncin' ball
Say who do ya call?
Who do ya call?
Oh, who do ya call?
Pharrell, on the dillydo
Follow the bouncin' ball, baby
Who do ya
I'ma ball first
Anything you need know I get it cheap
My nigga Rozay makes millions while he can't sleep
Cars European come and see the fleet
We're
you all my money
Girl but she just won't treat me right
You like to ball in the morning
Come home late at night
But I'm gonna tell tell my mama
on Caledonia's land
Soon, pretty soon they told it all
Those fellas got drunk and they had a ball
Crying hey, hey, there's good rockin' at midnight
Well, two
guy, it's time to check yourself
Dribbling the ball like the Biz can be bad for your health
Tough guy, what you gotta prove?
Moving like an elephant,
a ball
They have an orchestra up in the trees
For their musicians are the birds and bees
And they will sing us a song
As we are strolling along
In
the club, me and T-Luv holla what
I put my mack down, she throw a curve ball
She owed Milli smoked that herb and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em, Optimo
Watch out for me, woman
And don't mind nobody else
Watch out for me, woman
And don't mind nobody else
Ain't got no crystal ball
But the future
better 'bout yourself?
Do you feel better 'bout yourself?
Did you feel better when I left?
Mark my words I'ma ball without you
I came home last night
it's dropping next fall
Don't you short the next ball, my closet like the Met ball
She said, "I just love it when you speak soft-spoken
Up in
a ball
They have an orchestra up in the trees
For their musicians are the birds and bees
And they will sing us a song
As we are strolling along
In
of death
Loves lots of money, back's against the wall
Calls me Sugar Daddy, she knows she's got me by the balls
They call her Domino - so fine
Got
two fine legs behind
A big cannon ball on the fifth of May
Tore my two fine legs from the knees away"
[Chorus]
"Oh, Teddy my boy," the widow
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