Lyrics:
Yea this feel like that don life shit yea aye uh
No days off we don’t call out (Never do)
Send my wife a check and tell her ball out
Rent that shit
Watch out lil nigga (Watch out lil nigga)
Ball on a nigga (Ball on a nigga)
They be calling a nigga (They be calling a nigga)
They be stalking
I'm a player in my prime and in control of the ball
Give me the ball watch me I got the hops
I'm the king of the court and I will never stop
3 point
Drop the ball, Drop the ball, Drop the ball
Drop the ball, Drop the ball, Drop the ball
Drop the ball, Drop the ball, Drop the ball
I always seem
balls on yo neck
big balls on yo neck
balls on yo neck
big balls on yo neck
balls on yo neck
big balls on yo neck
hunned dolla bills big balls
light are off at tennis court
The tennis court, the tennis court, the tennis court
The ball is round and yellow at the tennis court
It's nice to hit that
on my balls, lickin' on my balls
Bitches, they know, stick it in their booty hole
My balls, my balls, suck on my balls (come on)
All up in that
We're rubber balls in a bag raining down on you
You're going down down down
Suffer in silence as we pummel your crew
You're getting buried in balls
Chevy swerving, cutting throw the lane Kyrie Irving watch a young nigga (ball)
All these haters like the 85 Celtic vs. The Lakers watch a young nigga
harder, OG Prada
I'm your father, hot like lava
Fifty ball on me, fifty ball on me
Fifty ball on me, never lonely
Fifty ball on me, fifty ball on me
you did
Where you used to take me, where the family jewels were hid
You said, "Can I, can I, may I, can I, take you to the ball"
Take me
We're gonna skate to one song, one song only
Ball so hard, wanna fine me
Ball so hard, wanna fine me
But first gotta find me
What's fifty grand
Gonna ball, like I never did ball before, yeah
Gonna ball, like I never did ball before
I may never get a break like this in life no more
I got
to be rich ima have it all on me
Fake friend sending text I don’t won’t no drama homie
Yeah I swear I want it all in these bitch
(Ball in this bitch)
Follows my tempo
Dragon Ball Z
Dragon Ball Z
Dragon Ball Z
Dragon Ball Z
Dragon Ball Z
Dragon Ball Z
Super Saiyan three
Dragon Ball Z
Dragon Ball Z
Dragon
Huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh
Huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh
I can't predict the future I don't have an eight ball
Na na na na na na na na
I can't
I'm just tryna ball out & ball forever
Run it up w the gang we gon ball together
I'm just tryna ball out & ball forever
Run it up w the gang we gon
Balls they come up happy
When I place them in your hand
And I will acknowledge
With a cocking of my head
When the faces rise against us
Cause
a game
But I'm bout the money, the bitches, the cars, and the fame
[Chorus]
Ball like a dawg (I'm on top of da world)
Everybody in the clique, ball like
ta saken i egna händer.
Runke ball runke runke balle
Runke ball runke runke balle
Runke ball runke runke ball
Runke ball runke runke balle
Runke ball
Well, I'm ever upper class high society
God's gift to ballroom notoriety
And I always fill my balls, the event's never small
The social pages say
Cartel ball gang man
You gone be somebody
Globetrotter Ball Gang
My mama used to tell me
You gone be somebody
Mama used to tell me
You gone be
Chris Cash
Give me another one
PaperSoldiers
Bitch I
Bitch I
Ball like Jordan
Bitch I
Bitch I
Ball like Jordan
Bitch I
Bitch I
Ball like Jordan
Bitch
heart
Full of hope
Full of hope like
I just know one day that
I'ma ball out
Ball out
I just know one day that
I'm ball out
Ball out
Thinking bout the time
Discuss these ball Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In