Lyrics:
that finish line i keep it in my site
i keep my left eye on the ball and then my right one on the prize
cus i decide when i decide that its my time
When we ball
Yeah, it's all on me
Everytime I get call
She just call on me
I came to ball
Put it all
Put it all on me
Everytime I get call
She just call
is in your head
Don't let me fall
You're my magic eight ball
That I'm shaking down in lonely Pennsylvania
That I'm shaking down in lonely Pennsylvania
that you would be on top of things
But you still take it to the glass whenever I set a screen
I'm tryna save a hoe, but she won't pass the ball to me
chop the top, this exotic Benz
Standin' on the block, hit the door, wanna eight-ball
T-Rex so low, fuck around and hit the curb, dawg
P.Y.B. got
it/(I can) I enjoy the spotlight so I shine bright on all that I am recording/(I do) Before, I use to dribble, now I ball/ Like the other greats, I want
Pardon me! pulled like I heard u spoke bout harming me
All in need match my energy and you'll be 6 foot deep
Come ball with me chillin broke round
I had a lovely wife
Two kids and the perfect life
Some say my heart is broken
With eyes, left unspoken
I'm lost on this ball of blue, I'm lost
sipping
Purple drank got me slipping
I'm on the Xan I feel sleepy
OG kush what I'm smoking
Dip throat and she choking
I ball hard after working
I grind hard
Wants an icepole so follow me up
Keeps sucking til she taste some nut
OOO 2 balls one tongue
Said the chocolate taste
Is her favourite one
Do a slut
even panic..
Still bloody like I'm from e canty!
Shawty letting me know she keep glancing!
Getn money I ball it's romantic
Yeah she making good green
to some buddies
The way they act is a shame
Counting one, two, three and I'm out, of the old ball game
They were
Drinking beer at the baseball game, they
off of the bench still doing my thing Ball like I'm a Herro
Only in February song of the year though
Yeah, ball like I'm Herro
Ball like I'm Herro
Only
I step on the court
Bitch, I ball like a Laker
She said her purpose was me
I said I'm her savior
Real demon soul taker, taker
Trained her to be my
gotta choose
Ball like Lincoln
In the booth
Nyc
Ahh ahh
Ahh ahh
Ahh ahh
Work on myself
Mmh
Cuz life a test
Mmh
Faith is the flex
Mmh
Witness the rest
goes down
She ball out she know she gotta ball out
Cuz if her ass don't ball out then she getting kicked out
Call me big dawg put yo ass inside yo
digger
And I know she know I ball right,
Might give her a couple hundred, just to
get her suck it all night,
We fuckin' from the night to the mornin'
I got
too sexy for this world
Dropping that lil bitch cuz' I'm to sexy for this girl
Oooh I'm to sexy when I ball I'm in montreal but then I'm flying to Nepal
the ball is in your court
As she walks up to the bar
I can't reach her
She's just a bit too far
And my arms cannot pull her close
They go right through her
I swear Imma ball
I know I went missing homie, but I promise im one call
Once you raise that gun, the problem never solved
I drop that shit in my
it was odd, you switched I'm offended
When you dropped the ball, and then called is defense
It hang off my pendant, long stroke when I'm in it
She Stop messing with them corn balls
Now she all my mine
We ain't got to lettem know
Even though it's nothing to hide
She a ride guarantee
If I call
I'm from the bottom, had to grind, get my shit up
One phone call get you lit up
Biggie Smalls gotta ball when you with us
They know I ball, cause I'm
This shit is fr , nigga this ain't a flex
Ball out the gym like I play for the nets
I be talkin my talk , saying shit wit my chest
She mad , cuz I
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