Lyrics:
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Just wait on it 'cus I'm coming in
This for my blood,
Standing on my ten toes and I ain’t got on socks
My jumper got that drip I just wet the net wit milk
If he suge knight i master p and my lil brother silk
Ayy, you got a wack jumper
All that pillow talkin' on the 'Gram and you ain't slap nothin'
You know my niggas in the building, you see racks
Motherfucker, run, Motherfucker run
Veys' Jumper, Roadrunner
Run Motherfucker, run, Motherfucker run
Ich gebe Gas wie'n Leopard
Run Motherfucker, run,
of a master
Yo something in the street went, bang bang
Making it hard for you to do your thang thang
Something in the street went bang bang
Up in
working a double
Studying the slave masters ways and rituals
Can't leak your goals even to those who say they liberals
Plotting to overthrow, gotta stay
the morning shoot a hundred jumpers
I’ll make about eighty the haters throwing shade call them master debaters
The wave I create gone be around for some ages I
master p I'm bout it bout it
Prints color mariah carey, if they're candid ask about it
Tell em that big gucci said it, so icey get stupid with it
Drop top
in the game dunking on your team
Black Mamba, attack conquer
Basketball beast, rap monster
Crossover good, a turnaround jumper
Or just drive in
back, I'm a bungee jumper
Dude high as hell, got the munchies, yeah
I'm finna punch some food
Look, dummy, I'm a scam master
Flip arounder on this bitch
on a cable or slobbin' the knob
You played me like a foul ball
(How you livin' Hobbes?)
Now groove into the A.M., the master spoon feedin'
out a jumper
murda master for the lastin'
Niggas tryed to swerve it past her, turned into a nervous bastard
The blaster the Cash Money clique'll shoot em up
back in, added like three more songs
Uh, four more songs or whatever, so, uh
Last but not least, man, my dawg, Jumper
I appreciate you, man, for real,
With no slumber the bitch foes wonder is the N9na trippin' off when they did no jumper (nah)
Was no fumblers and no blunders, true after the wicked
murda master for the lastin'
Niggas tryed to swerve it past her, turned into a nervous bastard
The blaster the Cash Money clique'll shoot em up
regression
Watch and you learning your lesson
To those who stressing
Understand the pain is a blessing
Growth
In its purest form
Master splinter wit baby
dumps
Give you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me lunch
See me every summer, layin up against the dumpster
With a one hundred dollar jumper, smothered
up
Playin wit fire
Get ya burnt up
In the hood it get
Hot like a sauna
Headshot
Bitch no Jumper
Osama Bin Poppin
I pop out with sticks
Rock out with
Turn it up
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Bad to the bone
At basketball
Stat breaker
The master on court
Just pass him the ball
Fast break down the wing
Who's there
beloved this message to take
Ah
I will never see
The merciful
Lord of worlds
Master of the days of judgement
Guide me on a path
Upon those whom you
message to take
Ahhhhhh
The merciful
Lord of worlds
Master of the days of judgement
Got me on a path
Upon those who you bestowed your favors
Not
Lil' Romeo)
Call me the master I'm what you been missin
The one who be flippin I'm cool like that so I never be trippin
I'm that cool cat nice with
a sweet one so I'm gonna call her mars bar
She knows I got potential so she calling me her star bar
2019 a big year for the master
Making all these
master perception, bring Neo out you
I feel like the One
I know I’m the One
Blocking ya blessing
Call me Mr Anderson
Dodging all obstacles
I mastered
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