Lyrics:
ball
Down the stairs, by itself, like a red ball
Something else up there with the red ball
Wake up in a cold sweat, flip the lights on
Givin' it in,
My girl is so T to the H to the ICK
I get her alright, she's a freak OK
She plays the ball right, no faking
When we get down, that's a show hell yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Aye
Quixx III
Aye
And Jvstheworld
Yeah
Yeah
Aye
Last time she told me she would keep it real
Ball Miami Heat cuz I’m really out here doing
to the wall
We gon ball till we fall
And I can’t slow a thang
Cuz you know I really want it all
Alll all
Alllllll
Say it’s quarter past 1
And I'm just crusin
I'm gonna ball
I'ma keep this short, lil bitch I want it all
Money gon' come regardless
Ima just keep being honest
Check out my fit did this shit
I ball for the fam or the team ain't no posse
know I’m gon make it I’m grinding no stoppin
Bring back the beat cause it’s knockin
Shawty a bird she be
playin' Ball We got them Answers
Dopelord like Mike in that 23
Ooweeeee, I go hard I go Bruce Lee
Knock knock, Kick a door take a safe box
Popeyes, 2 piece
a playa stress
Shortie of course
Nigga can run up and shoot this shit up
Niggax gone ball out until this shit fill up
Niggaz gone risk it and turn this shit
Nothing gold can stay
You can do whatever but I gotta' ball today
And I am not the NBA
My life on the line, it's like I gotta' make a play (Uh)
This
break them all down, wrecking ball, call me Miley
(Yeah) its my time now, on the low and on the high key
(Yeah) its my time now, call me Bruce Almighty
g
Pegar 100 mil
Transformá-lo num Mil
E fazer mais mils
20 Boys
20 Drip
20 Balls
20 Shots para kill any boy
Novatos e betinhos estão a pop
Novatos e
I can see the future of mankind
I can see what we did in the past
When my hands touch high a crystal ball
New horizons will arise and fall
Look
Aye
Spitta
It Is It Is
It Is
Aye
It Is just what it is
She just a friend no bizz
Sayless big balls big risks
Aye Aye
It Is
Aye Aye
It Issss
It Is
on a mission fuck around show the world what it's missing
Smoking on loud you ain't gotta listen
They see we got the ball and they blitzing
Blitzing
They see
And the way she rolled her eyes, it put me in a trance
We climbed on the rooftops
And kissed when the ball dropped
Her laugh was my favorite song
We'd stay up
streets I keep it donkey
Lil rhymes low key
All in these streets
Everyday homeboy man I ball like a G
You ain't really even gotta speak to me homeboy
Cause
now
Feel like I may fall down
Shawty ain’t hit me with a call now
Ion give a damn bout these broads now
Ever since I put that ball down
I was low so I’m
sharp, sharp as the pampered chef
Ice so cold, ice all on my wrist
Ball so hard, balling like I'm Steph
I'm just playing, I'm an assistant soccer ref
Ball
the digits
Yeah
I told em i was gone stay on my pivot
I aint talking bout a ball
Pull that bitch from a distance
Yeah
Now everybody fuck with the Pistons
safe Where I store it all
My Bitch look like She left a ball
Crib big got city halls And the closet
Lookin like a mini mall Big 9 I done
Did it all Stood
the ball
No it's not racks
But I got packs
Stand in the back
Front where you lack
I get my team
Call up my dreams
Try to get me
You gon' get creamed
of time like every single time
But you got to keep in mind that you got it like that
If I dropped the ball then I brought it right back
Back to the black
I don't ever wanna go back
I broke that time machine
We can fall together
But i know they won't be down with me
We can ball together
I just hope she
Take two addy's to the brain, yeah
Bitch I'ma ball out the paint
She tried ride like Mulsanne, yeah
I told that bih gotta wait
Lately been feeling
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