Lyrics:
get shot
Tryna connect the dots
Sipping on four that's the mud
All of my foes they still mad
I'm on lean and perky and X
Took your bitch you
Can call
get shot
Tryna connect the dots
Sipping on four that's the mud
All of my foes they still mad
I'm on lean and perky and X
Took your bitch you
Can call
eri gi waa Prototo
Bretete eeeh X2
Obunna Oburo Money matter Prototo .
Life no be luck street no be by fulse .
Ogbeni hustle up make u ball like us
Wrap my bitch in designer yuh
Gettin this bread like a miner yuh
Throwin the ball like a niner yuh
Got off the phone with my mans Hayden he said
Ayo my
(Hey, Zempest, you there?)
Man, I was late to the ball,
Cinderella just been cutting me off.
ignoring my line, she scrubbing the halls.
she
And then we go to jail, and think about it all
Nothin' else to do, so we ball till' we fall
Baby on the way, I'm just waitin' on the call
Told her bring
Off white V Lone is white on my tees
I just Copped a rollie thats worth 10gs
None of you boys get fly like me
Everytime I walk by catch a cold breeze
We can fly
You and I
Can be so fly
Why oh why
Do you wanna ball
For a guy
That don't love you at all?
I wanna be
Broke with you
Broke with you
Lovin'
again, bet, he won't
Drop them 10's
DonDada wat i go by, man, go check
My fuckin' resume
That boy was droppin' 10's, so Quez and K5
punched him in the face
up and shower ??? and brush my teeth
And page my niggas, call my bitches, and card them snitches
Cause TRU niggas gon' ball, no matter what
our balls ???? to my dick.
We real shit bitch.
Run and tell a friend twiztid end of the beginning because the beginning
of the end.
The world
off,
Take it off,Take it off.
(Hook x2)
Lemme see you take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,
Go head show me dat candy babe,
Go head show me
a Hellcat right by a Ferrari
Admit we really live that, ain't tellin' 'em sorry
I missed yo' call, it wasn't on purpose, I prolly went joggin' (for real)
hoes that's 'posed to be yo's
Seein' my haters in a dark alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate
by my lone (Lone)[01:10.14]Stick on my side, I got a big gold diamond chain dont take no loan (Loan)[01:14.17](Shut up, yeah)[01:15.59]Tell a bitch
8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
The money that
not
It was no locks
Man I couldn't ball
I was so bald
Robocop
I was Mr. Clean
Now I'm Mr. T
But a different team
F & F rules
Call me F.I.
From the west
call my shit Patricia
Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner
You don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher
So misunderstood, but
sirens come
White bitch want the shhh
She trynna buy some
I'm in the trenches cold as hell
Get me by the oven
Put the switchy with the fifty
Coming by
bitch
Call my wife my bitch don't trip
Gucci gang my kicks
Extendo on my stick get blitzed
We play ball like this
Your hoe fell on my dick she tripped
Now
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
body
Till yo ass can't breathe
Chorus x2
Verse 5
(8Ball & MJG)
(8 Bal)l
Left foot right foot
Swingin both of yo fist
Yo better keep it
motherfucker can you see?
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
Never bow down, let these other bitches crawl
I'm a Thug motherfucker and these Thugs only ball
Ain't no
mane, ever, mane
I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall
And tellin' every girl she the one for me
And I ain't even plannin' to call
I want this shit
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