Lyrics:
Uh, uh
It's like five AM in the morning
I just left the club in Central London
Mayfair
I don't think my accountant is gonna like what I spent
fuck up the crack game
Run it up like it was his career
You might Think he's a football player
In the club like he plays for the Spears
Oh shit, I
ghetto Chopin affiliato alla gang
Il tuo profumo è infame: pour homme de merde
Niggas know my name, niggas know who I rep
Club dogo let's get it
and go and play ball with and, my partner
When I see him, I'ma stop his heart
I used to sell weed to M Lo's girl
Mum's life, I was eleven or twelve
So I wrote this song once, out of love
About a scrub in a crowded club or lounge
Surrounded by these hounds and thugs
And he goes home and he
A nigga like me man, I love the game, I love the hustle man
I be feeling like one of them ball player niggas, you know
Like Bird, Magic
den Ball flach, Bro
Deinen krassen Porsche seh' ich alle zwei Minuten hier
Eberhard Bezner macht Moves wie ein Pimp
Die ganze Stadt riecht nach
bitch with the Rollie on
Ball every day like a holiday
I could retire, don't gotta play
Niggas, they got a whole lot to say
I got a bitch and she
Mit 'nem Shirt von Barcelona
Und zerzausten Haaren
Lächelt er mich an
Hält 'nen Ball unter dem Arm
„Papa darf ich raus
Zum Spielen vor die Tür?“
drinking piss I'd be in the club like 'we pissboys'
I've got no reason for not checking my nan
And when she dies I'm gonna kick myself because
All she
on my cell phone
She was at a club but she was by her self though
Sipping on a Bombay, telling me to drop by
I could be her hot date, Jiggy in the spot
on the back seat
I knew I was destined to ball
She wanna ride on my log
Fucked on her friend and she said I'm a dog
I got her number but I never call
been paid for, for that night
No dimes spent, you know that's right
Got a couple thick chicks that been on my side
Got a couple in the club that done
les flics
Les flics sont déguisés en casseurs
Ça tire des flash-balls dans la tête des manifestants
Grosse patate, vas-y, pose ta plaque
Dans
whoever got cheddar to pay
Ball like no trick ass, them shakers if I tip
I be drunk, in the club, smokin sticky cat nip
Slip, as if a banana peel was
a glove
No scrubs like TLC, we don't need ID
We in the club, all drinks on me
Know how it be, when you feel just like Ali
At 23 you can ball when you
bitch yeah bitch I'm with Steve-o
Royal rumble in the club John Ceno
I'm screamin' Riverdale everywhere I go
I throw them bands hoe, (hey shawty) drop it
my cheese up quick and kick the back with a shroom
'Cause we don't love them hoes and
A bitch ain't worth a shit with no gold
So I hit the club
kill, watch the crowd go hush
Out the club in the morning light
To the diner for some grub, got an appetite for destruction
Who fronting on this real
Check my status, then check my name
You want to win give me the ball, the last play of the game
Cause I'm a big time baller, shot caller
From
in the club with DJ L-A-Z
I wanna see you move move, shake shake, now drop, what your momma say
Move move, shake shake, now drop, what your daddy
Markenprodukt, ich leb von Hartz IV Diggah
Fahr mit dem Bus
Und ich fick mein Olle , ich spiele mit der Kleinen
Bin glücklich zuhause, ich mag keine Clubs
Hart
to the strip club and show me the dancers
Fuck the home of a matches
I'll be home 'til my phone in a badness
Home to the roads, gettin' dough for my nanan
P-Pull up in de club en je ziet ik pull up, oh
Komen van niets, maar je ziet we zijn up, oh
Zoeken die cheese, maar bedoelen geen nacho
Ik ben
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