Lyrics:
in the trenches
I'm official I can put 'em all on the benches
I'm just tryna ball like Paul like pierce
Light skinned jawn she look like Pam Grier
Came
I was walkin' down the road (Walkin' down the road)
I saw a pretty little cactus staring my way (Plural is cacti)
Lookin' mighty fine with a flower
to tell em free the youth
They tell us grab the ball
But be so quick to shoot
They tried to tell LeBron
He should stick to hoops
Feeling like i'm Paul
powerball
I'm finna' burn it all
wild'n out in the halls
Wake n bakin is my protocol
Girl yo ball control is on kyrie Irving
I'm swervin'
Y'all servin'
lames
I only ball with champions
Still a humble nigga
Never ever been too arrogant
Surrounded by success
Like I'm a vet
But just start doin' this
I ball
gon ball
Body a nigga ill body a nigga
Angry ass soul treacherous mind bitches is treating me grimy
Head top four all on my grind I got the opps behind
drifter yet the victor
Call me Chris Paul way I'm getting on the boards
I'm not very tall but imma ball til I'm in Forbes
Know I'm born to brawl against
like chris paul
I'm overthinking too damn much, but oh well fuck it, we still ball
I don't need hoes to hit me up I got my day ones I can-
I can call
down, celtics win!
WOOOOOO! C's BITCH!
Dwyane Wade finishes on the
Bench, as Paul Pierce, with a superb
Game, able to hit - now
The officials will review
not violate the camp, get shot down by chance
I'm real advanced with that cock and blast
Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash
What cashes
down
A flight of stairs, surely he would have said so explicitly by now."
Yeah, I guess so.
"Go to a McDonald's Playland, tie that big Officier Big Mac
can tell me that
But walk in my shoes then talk
I could be down by thirty in the fourth
In the end I'm still gon ball
I had people on my side when they
spot?
{B.G.}
Lil killa Weezay, they drug spot is fuckin up a nigga cheezay
get em out and shut that bitch down
{Lil Wayne}
huh? well
manifested
So understand we positive as could be
The vision is still intact, the show is fresh out of seats
Boy it's never going south 'less we down in
thought when I know I just know
Gave it everything you got but you still ain't coming close
Everything I do is a result of what I chose
No time for letting
of a down, and it's been up and down
A psycho, all I'm missin' is the gown
Sippin' up, I piss enough to drown
Twistin' up a pound
High as fuck, a Bentley
and the drugs
Its the T.I.P, Bun-be and Slim Thug
[Slim Thug] [Verse 1]
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
on tracks you should know if you get in my way that I never let up
There's some people that need to hear truth they get beat down by lies and get told that
I'm like hakeem (hakeem)
Always with the buzz like a bee i sting
Yeah the block is hot but we gon rebound like yao ming
You know how we coming(coming
What's all the fuss about all the hula
Can't speak Spanish but I know green is mula
Blinded by a light but the lord's by my side
Above and below
groupie bang bang
Groupie bang bang
She got buns like a battleship
Balls every dude on the Sunset Strip
Shakes 'em down, boy, every night
Rolls in bed till
the crime don way back to pauls that's my liquor store my hood where I swang my balls for you young niggas that ain't know that really don't know the name
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
and cocked
Masturbate
Hold you down fart on your face meg Griffins place
Elli$D yeah he aint so innocent
Fake playlist curator re beck I hate her
Sure your
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