Lyrics:
My gold has turned to red
Threw the ball again i want all of it this is our defense
Black dagger
Hit you make you flip this is that chapter
Witness
into the ball, so I ball all day
And even though I said I ball, n***a, I do not play
Vrmm, I'm so pro, that I'm Olympic
I be ballin' 'til I fall, so I
I'm up now alarm clock
New year new money when the ball drop
I'ma bad boy, You a mall cop
You get one chance so I'm going all out
I'ma shot caller, yeah
If she could, she could see my final form
I could see you Majin Buu-in' on my Dragon Balls
What you need a map and backpack just to find the one?
Let's just raise our cups and let's have a ball
It's a party on the molly
Stimulation in our bodies
Substances that disembody
It's a hobby, it's not
Manu Ginobli
Manu Ginobli
Manu Ginobli
Cause I ball but I stick to my role
I wish you stuck to the code
Wish you ain't act like a hoe
This new shit is
Spring, summer, winter and fall
keep the world in time
spinning around like a ball
Never to unwind
Spring, summer, winter and fall
are in everything
ain't gameeee ay yea
My life ain't a joke wish a nigga would
That's gone cause em smoke
Ball like Nikola Jok
Ran up a couple racks
Lil Messi
could never fall through
And I know they digging it
Yeah Straight licks
Like a dog do
Wait
Yeah I don't play
Yeah bitch
You know I ball today
I ball
wonders
It won't make you fall
It's all the emotions
Combined in a ball
Taking you somewhere
Your mind will see all
Feeling sad is difficult
Being mad is
a rhyme, I rock rhyme and I make power move
I can’t turn it off, you get too lost in that i ball on you
Killin'em softly
You feeling salty
Brushing them off
it, but I want it all
I cant keep it, so I ball till I fall
One thing about me, I like getting paid
I took a few L's, but I'll be ok
Haters gone hate,
8ball, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze, ya smell me?
It's E-feeze, mutha fuckaz ain't understandin' the signs of this
I cuss a mutha fucka out
Niggaz
imma always tell no no
Aint no paki got the balls to speak their minds its the truth
Dont give a fuck if i'm alive yeah
Dont give a fuck about
I work too damn hard every single day
Ain't got no time for these fraud niggas
Just tryna ball better get out my way
High way to the riches is off
the sauce
Had to man up and become a boss
Didn’t have help not any at all
Whole Pound of shake I still got it Off
Air bud Watch me ball with my Dogs
We ran
with the Ball
Never built to fold
I'm standing on 10 toes
Ima self made boss
And i have no workers
I started rapping with a bottle
Never worried
Poppin them perks and I'm sippin on lean cuz a young nigga hurtin
R I P the beat got cuz on the track closed casket it's curtains
Ball on these niggas
Yuh
Fuck dat bitch while I'm siping on my wockhardt
No I don't play ball I walk hard
Don't mix that codine with that sprite
Now I Swear it gonna
Drippin in sauce, what is the cost
Leaving them exhausted, yea u get lost
Standing up tall, yea I'm gon ball
Niggas that hate, shoot to till I fall
alright
Get back inside it's getting cold
It's unrelenting upon your soul
It never ever lets you go
The ball & chain forevermore
Don't ever think for
And I'm feelin' fine
I'm gonna rip it up
I'm gonna rock it up
I'm gonna shake it up
I'm gonna ball it up
I'm gonna rip it up
And ball tonite
I got a date
lowIn the paint, now shoot,
scoreGotta work it togetherGimme the ball,
gimme the ball, gimme the ballFast break,
get the ball in controlLet if fly from
rock ya fall
Don't non come from top, But birds and ball
I'm grateful for the man that gave it all
But I rock my world and I thank the man
'Cuz I came in
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