Lyrics:
feel them
I'm that close
Try to stop me from gettn' it
(Ughhhhhh)
Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga
I told you on the phone I'm at the dog park you can stop by
I been here I been here like all night
Tennis ball
Tennis ball
Tennis ball
Tennis ball
the same, yeah
Throw your hands up
Put your hands up
Raise your hands up
Throw your hands up
Put your hands up
Raise your hands up
Yeah, okay
Growin' up in
(Packitd'Up) (Michael Gassin)
Packit Up packit Up Packitd'Up (Packitd'Up)
Packitd'Up Packitd'Up Packitd'Up (Packitd'Up)
Packitd'Up Packitd'Up
play ball or sling rock
Once he making money he don't really give a fuck
Live fast die young ball until his times up ya see me
So now ya can't run
(mhm) raise the temperature
Turn it up (Turn it up)
Turn it up (Turn it up)
Turn it up (Turn it up)
Need a glass Henny, pour it up, pour it up
Bust it
can get stuck with a knife.
They hope I get struck by a ride.
They just want me up in the sky.
They wanna piss on my grave and then pour out some drank
and earn a black belt
Get Saved by the Bell so I know how Zack felt
What you wanna do?
Tell me what you wanna do!
Dance with the devil til the break of dawn
by you
Oh, Michael, where ever you are
I hope they can see
Your light up in the stars
Oh, Michael I hope they know
You're never really far
Oh,
Would you please put down that telephone
We're under fifteen feet of pure white snow
I waved to my neighbour
My neighbour waved to me
But my neighbour
Is
the fast lane and I won't stop
You ain't nothing but talk
You couldn't hang on the rope by ball
This life that I live
It ain't for the weak
Got my roddy
Run up on me you just might get socked out
Working for the money never clock out
All these pretty women wanna talk talk talk talk talk now
We don't
the weatherman couldn't predict
I start to bug, prick, you better flee 'cause I get ticked
It's a wrap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked
I got up, I'm
grab her by her waist
She ain't even bossy but she giving me a raise
Rub my dick across her face, she said she love the way I taste
Rub her pussy, touch
what a shot
Michael Booker, nice turn around jumper by Booker
Spin it around to Booker and Book with a big three
Ball picked up by Michael Booker
going to party
Y'know we getting naughty
Take it Shy Ronnie
(Mumbling)
I'm a dude
Ronnie, bitch, and I rip you ass off me!
We've done the creep
to bounty hunt to fulfill their cravings (Crave)
They'll get up on your ass if you keep complaining
But you didn't hear it from me, you got it from Satan
listen closer if you let the check speak
I keep fire cause niggas respect heat
Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats
I said I pull the spot from
every time I'm in this bitch
Slamming bags in the trap
Gelato bill
Watch my brother serve that dog you would think he michael vick
You would think I'm
the money not lil saint nigga
You got served at point blank nigga
Only shoot from the neck up
Young nigga neck deep
Probably need a neck brace
Probably need
don't play by the rules, yeah
She be counting up these stacks, yeah
Me and Shawty, we just balling, yeah
We be balling like the NBA
We be out here doing
You say you know me when I ball out
Now you gon' call when I'm good now
It's 4 am and the moon out
I watch exactly how I move now
We started
PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON!
Champion: I?ll tell you one thing. no one?s fucking up me in my hole.
Donald: As we join the action,
Champion: Because thay
lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don't act
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