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Ball Wit It
by Noya Blac
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Im going get this money and im going ball wit it
He trying cross the team fuck is wrong wit him
Pocket rocket on me i ant going i ant going for it
I dont wanna buy it it ant foreign it ant foreign foreign
Money making mitch you ant going leave me in that hallway
The bloc moving slow so that only made a long day
Gotta keep it wit me really living how my song say
You ant really wit us so dont rub me the wrong way
I been counting twentys counting fiftys counting benjis
Tryng to leave the streets alone but i ant make enough yet
This shit is really in me running through my vains
Trapstar but we running from the fame
Ant a game buss your brain if you play wit me
That draco my roommate that bitch stay wit me
Niggaz doing sour shit ant ok wit me
You cant hang wit me
Whose you who you
Phone keep going of im looking at it like what now
Girl keep going off im like what now
She saying that she miss me that we need some time
Niggaz think they slick but i peep it out
Karma came back got his ass he ant like that
Always playing bent when we know he ant like that
Play wit one of us is a must that we strike back
Woe caught a body is a must that he fight that
Sneaky killers
All of us sneaky killers hit your head then act like we ant did it
Focus on the money but i will kill ya
Cant shake ya hand boy you ant no real nigga
Naw i just wanna ball
Cop a foreign car
Im a trapstar
Screaming free my dawgs
Yea we did it all
Im tryner hit the mall call j blakk tell him pull up
Im going get this money and im going ball wit it
He trying cross the team fuck is wrong wit him
Pocket rocket on me i ant going i ant going for it
I dont wanna buy it it ant foreign it ant foreign foreign
Money making mitch you ant going leave me in that hallway
The bloc moving slow so that only made a long day
Gotta keep it wit me really living how my song say
You ant really wit us so dont rub me the wrong way
I been counting twentys counting fiftys counting benjis
Tryng to leave the streets alone but i ant make enough yet
This shit is really in me running through my vains
Trapstar but we running from the fame
Ant a game buss your brain if you play wit me
That draco my roommate that bitch stay wit me
Niggaz doing sour shit ant ok wit me
You cant hang wit me
Whose you who you
Phone keep going of im looking at it like what now
Girl keep going off im like what now
She saying that she miss me that we need some time
Niggaz think they slick but i peep it out
Karma came back got his ass he ant like that
Always playing bent when we know he ant like that
Play wit one of us is a must that we strike back
Woe caught a body is a must that he fight that
Sneaky killers
All of us sneaky killers hit your head then act like we ant did it
Focus on the money but i will kill ya
Cant shake ya hand boy you ant no real nigga
Naw i just wanna ball
Cop a foreign car
Im a trapstar
Screaming free my dawgs
Yea we did it all
Im tryner hit the mall call j blakk tell him pull up
