Lyrics:
Yeah
For the first time it's going down in history, baby
New Three 6 Mafia
Featuring 8Ball and MJG
Young Buck in from Tennessee
I gotta stay
back
1 2 1 2
Ah yo yo
My, lyric is 8 ball
Batter up play ball
Fuck ya'll analog
Niggas we be digital, subliminal, come in
From the 5 star general
to start, isn't it? (yeah)
I bought some Balmains and I put some Gs in it (yeah)
Went to the ball game and I got floor seats, didn't I? (yeah)
I took
to start, isn't it? (yeah)
I bought some Balmains and I put some Gs in it (yeah)
Went to the ball game and I got floor seats, didn't I? (yeah)
I took
(please, please)
Please don't fuck up my high, my what? My high (please, please)
Please don't fuck up my high, my
Everyday Aminé gon' ball so you know I
this bitch
My niggaz run this bitch
My niggaz run this bitch
Cut loose motherfucker, go back, go hard
In the club motherfucker, go back, go hard
In
turn up
And I dey killi shows from coast to coast
I do concert dey to club tour
Tori me lowo lowo nobody know me then
Because I no dey ball nobody send
straight van de club naar m'n crib, ben je clean?
All my life, young rich nigga dus ik ball all night, like
Faka met die girls in de club all night
away
Wanna ball a block, I'm like not today
I'm Jordan with the shot
Bitch get rocked today
Since I got six rings this bitch
Says she want the cake
I say
(like father like son)
Ball till' ya fall stunting with them paper plates,
Throw hundreds on them hoes while we eating stakes.
We in the club poppin'
Dance until we're falling in love
Baby, I'm not leaving the club
I'm staying 'till I show you I am the one
Girl, you're missing
Can you picture me all
step in the club all men just waitin' to ball. Shinnin' bright like a super star. Shorties
All around. Yeah it's goin' down. Take a look now and what did
"Knife crime is at a near record high
With more than forty blade offenses every day in London"
"At a youth club in South London
Not far from
1
Fuck what ya heard baby I'm DJ Quik
whether on T.V. or in these streets I'm still the shit
I went from drinkin' eight ball and makin'
a hot beat, discreet, club treat
make the girls start to move their feet and their booties
we hot to death like beyonce, when we come to town
better watch
the grand shaker
In a strip club somewhere near you I makes it happen
M-J-G slash breaking these bitches slash rapper
[Chorus: x2]
[8 Ball]
I'm a dog
Give me 3 months and I swear I'ma get it, oh
Big money get in quick, you know we ball out
We do all the shit that you just talk bout
I left my
you wanna
Pretty girls inna di pool all day
Beach ball fi the ladies play
We have a bar beside di DJ
And a one class clown, you know the cliche
Mi feel
the rest is next, stop the chatter rest the plex
All my niggaz in the club that get hype, and like to ball
Show your ice let it hit the light, then hit
top rank, Slim Thug gon' talk the talk
Walk the walk, we can bet ball for ball
We some paid young G's, with too much cash
Too much flow and do',
We got a dozen of bricks
Godfathers in a stick
Traveling in a trench again (it's work)
Burglar balls went and panicked
Money on my mind
I got
gon' mug who?
Rob me? Nigga we gon' rob you
Choppers on me, niggas we don't give a fuck
I'm in the club, nigga fuck your mean mugs
Fuck your mean mugs
niggas gon' handle
Sit down if you can't stand it
All these bitches sound like Rico
Big money, been had a cheat code
Bitch, I ball hard, no free
all with me (Count up!)
If you my nigga, I keep it real, I let you ball with me (I let you ball with me)
They caught us with it, I took the charge,
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