Lyrics:
money we dey use ball for here, ṣo mọ?
Aye yii ko pe meji jẹun lọ
Many people don go many people don come show love
Skibi kobobo skibi kobo
If I don
When you come to a fork in the road
Take it to the Jackals Den
It's deja vu all over again
Hear the crack of the bat on the ball
See the pack run
I want it all, so I got to wake up and ball
And thanks to y'all, I got plaques on the wall
Mack 10 laced with the know how to paper chase
Uh, 2000 G
Yo, I need an encore y'all, you should welcome me back
You wanna ball 'till you fall, I can help you with that
You want beef? I could
rockin' brrr, I'm rockin' Gu-Gu-Gu
(Gu, Gu)
Loso Loaded holy moly (holy moly)
They can't control me
(they can't control me)
Ball like Ginobili (I'm
and make collect calls nigga
Selling dope and gang banging, I was tryna ball nigga
Everybody come up, and nobody wanna fall with us
Every night I had
the club, me and T-Luv holla what
I put my mack down, she throw a curve ball
She owed Milli smoked that herb and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em, Optimo
put my mack down, she throw a curve ball
She owed Milli smoked that herb and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em, Optimo
First base, god living like a worst
put my mack down, she throw a curve ball
She owed Milli smoked that herb and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em, Optimo
First base, god living like a worst
wanna see it I wanna see it I wanna see it
You wanna play you wanna ball
Maybe you make the team
You got fans you got game
To make it to the major league
and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got
of the nosebleeds
Choked up on second base
Still confused where this road leads
I can hear 'em calling me safe
From the pop fly ball of the home team
This is
Laughing having a ball
Go, kill your mother for the ring
Sell your body for that funky thing
Go on to that special place
Spend it on some more base
gorgeous
Tell me something I don't know
Dice on the corner with the lights low
Got the base in my sock, fuck the 5-0
Damn you conscious
Gon' get your head
niggas wouldn't swing, playing tee-ball
We popping bottles of the pink shit, take 'em to the dome
We ain't ever on that weak shit, all we blow is strong
[Juelz Santana]
Aight I want you to sing
Life changes on a daily bases, every minute every
[Razah]
Life changes on a daily bases
Every minute
ball, that pay for me
Take it on the base and a gangst to me
The napalm
Hand some
Ticket in place, to little bury fun
It's dome, don't fall
This is
short to BK brawl
Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (woo)
My new Benz better than your truck by far
Bitch, suck my balls
You either smoke crack
can't nobody ever say we owe them
Pass the ball see we loadin'
No more talkin' gotta show them
Biggs don't be on the block
I be with the base and they
send slugs straight sliding into home
Wooly bullies with the bloody knows
Your the base coach
You break the roof
Move the mountains
And take
See'mon ma you know I play hard ball
The triplex with the spiral steps and parkade floors
I just want to lay you down
The way you look, the way
Kevy, Hornda
Do you like balls
Dude, I love balls
Then you'll really love Balls Plus Plus
Holy shit
Balls Plus Plus
Balls Plus Plus
Vocals are totally
I feel the power inside
Sending that ball soaring, watch it go wide
Grand Slam Jam, we're on a roll
Hit it out the park, just watch us go
Round
He walks in with a waddle
Holds his beer in a bottle
You think he's seen it all
But something's happened to his balls
He likes to party on his
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