Lyrics:
if you lock
Your mouth get lock
Cuz you know thats jus how it go
Out here mandem hoeing
Mandem ain real
Out here niggas acting as if they really in
(We can ball and repeat)
If you a lady and you know you did your hair
Then I need to see your hands in the air (Put ya hands in the air)
If you a man
Ain't no breaking me down, bitch I'm breaking the banks
And ain't no holding me down, even if you holding the shanks
I'm controlling the time, nigga
Balls vibe
It's a bit like something you can't quite describe
You can't explain what's happening to you
Like being wanked off by a ghost or a strange deja
fuckin questions please
This ain't no Q and A so hold yo fuckin questions please
(Try to hold, Try to hold, Try to hold)
If you try to hold my diamonds,
that you the Dopest in your field
Sometimes I wonder if it's real Real real real real real real
Sometimes I wonder if it's real If it's real if it's real
time
I'm the Q-U-E-E-N, L-A T-IF-A-H, yeah
(say what? say what?) one more time
I'm the Q-U-E-E-N, L-A T-IF-A-H, yeah
(say what? say what?) one more time
invoices, separate the men from the boys, over here
We measure success by how many people successful next to you
Here we say you broke if everybody else
I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that?
What you think of that? What you think of that?
I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?
Know the real ones
Try to know the real ones
Its for real though yeah
If you ride for a brother you're a real one
If you got a brother back
I done walked the carpet in my Don C's
But I'm in the trenches with Don Q
For real
It's a long night, gotta keep yo' gun on you
It's a long
boy
So I'm a mack boy, bag boy, facts boy
Though you had it all but I'm back boy, jackboy
Hate'll turn a real one to a tabloid, mad boys
But I'm coming
what it's about
I announce I am President 25
No age, December days, up and away I go
Take more money, overdose if you don't
Then you they will take
Bitch u better show love to me
Girl if you fuck with me imma fuck with you real hard
And no lie swear to god till I die imma ball
Ain't gon stall
Bitch you better show love to me
Girl if you fuck with me imma fuck with you real hard
And no lie swear to god till I die imma ball
Ain't gon stall
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
cabinet
I thank the Lord for everything He did, I'm like, "Inshallah"
He might die trying to get rich, go by the name of the Q-Ball
Stacked everything
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How
set there's a
Queue for man that are shining bling
Real niggas and they're doing real things
Like Skepta said they'll swing
If you're on some eediat
early
If rap was B-Ball, I'd have assists like James Worthy
Dribble the rock if you got the hots to get your knot rocked
Twice my device, Run-D.MC's
early
If rap was B-Ball, I'd have assists like James Worthy
Dribble the rock if you got the hots to get your knot rocked
Twice my device, Run-D.MC's
Don't fw no gold cause the shit look like piss
You copped that fake ice, I seen it on wish
Hoes come in pair by the two and it's lit
Put down the ball
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