Lyrics:
I'm meticulous
Articulate
You fuck around I'm deadly
These bitches that
I'm picking from
You call that shit a medley
Bad boys
We're bad men
So don't
Larry Flynt, Hugh Heffner, and Ron Jeremy
Huah! I get pussy you know how I do,
call the crib last four numbers, ten-eighty-two
What the fuck??
My coochie
today
Oluwa nah you left me untop my rain. 2x
Many enemies dey the talk ooo
But my blessing make them chokoooo
Every day by day dey boy the ball
what you got, girl what you got?
Somebody call the cops, 'cause shorty's a problem
(somebody call the cops)
Girl what you got, girl what you got, girl
and i'm leaving a Stitch
Fake hoes
Snake hoes
Stabbing backs
Breaking codes
I ball
Ten toes
Bitch you fall
And you fold
Said, iBoss, uBitch niggas
Don't
Yo, I got ten, ten, shows I got ten, ten, no
Yea
If you not talkin' action, what you talkin' bout
One more nigga call me blood, I swear that I'ma
who needs a chef
My game's too official, who needs a ref
When the Wopter call, don't hold your breathe
I came to ball, until nothing left
Balenciaga
me depleted
Cloudy skies fuck up my vibe, but still I ball every season
Some people never hit my line, but tend to call when they needy
If I keep this
Get marked on your chest like an X-men
Get two sauced
So screw off
I'm the beast without the blue balls
And I will feast on your crew
If they wanna beef
Papa ain't call even though he saw me on TV, it's all good (fuck you)
But now my balls, balls deep in this broad's jaws, swallow girl, it's just
Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
Deliverin hot shit like Pizza
the heat behind
'Cause in the streets, I'm fine (what?)
That's why a (what?) A sleep 'til nine, out by ten (uh)
Back by ten (uh), sleep 'til nine, do it
the heat behind
'Cause in the streets, I'm fine (what?)
That's why a (what?) A sleep 'til nine, out by ten (uh)
Back by ten (uh), sleep 'til nine, do it
Say less, blew him
In the west, I'm rim
Want some, they come
Who's first lads? One by one
Tell me how many times you dogs got, got
We took
get it by any means
I'ma go get it by any means
I never panic watch me dashing through my enemies
I been rocking since back then
On my ten toes or hang
up the phone and give my homies a call
What's up with y'all? (What's up y'all?)
Livin' in the city where we born to ball
Rolled up a Philly we pack
with a ball bat,
I got the streets on lock,
I got these hoes pussy wet,
After the shows I'm like next, next, next, next, next, next
[x2]
Im
What the fuck? Ballout
Hello ballout from the streets
Hey ball what you on bruh? In my party, haha
Take these Xannies
Then you got everything right
go walk right over you
Me I no dey waste energy
Ball like Okwaraji
Me say I dey ball die
Kelе dey for speed dial
Why I go dey chase pеrson
Why I go
should
I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a ten so
When you're slippin', I slip the clip in
But ain't no set trippin'
'Cause it's Death Row, rollin'
said that he hit it, I ain't mad at all
She ain't wanna give me head, baby, let's play ball
Call her ass a Uber, girl, do not get in the ahh
Call her ass
Okay I'm Movin' like I'm Goku
Dragon Ball Saga
I'm ballin' on your court
You can call me Wembenyama
I might go and raid the bank
Cuz I'm rakin' in
comin' someone narced again
Let's see if we can run far from them
The sunlight starts darkening
Gotta get back to the house by ten
My parents they already
the game dividing the pies by three
Then we got famish
So we set standards
Very similar to the ten crack commandments
Some couldn't take it
Others got
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