you players ball Everyday you're at the mall Tell me is it true or false Say that you got it all Love the way you players ball Claimin that your mail
way you players ball Everyday you're at the mall Tell me is it true or false Say that you got it all Love the way you players ball Claimin that your mail
And welcome back from that commercial break I found out some, please, ladies and gentlemen Hold your applause please, can you please hold your applause
way you players ball Everyday you're at the mall Tell me, is it true or false? Say that you got it all Love the way you players ball Claimin' that your
I got the hat, I got the shoes, I got the outfit I go outside and pick the right I'm gon' go out with But right before I hit the streets I gotta put on
nuisance, you'll probably steal my new shit But you could never fuck with me, so chuck it up, deuces. All around the world I ball like a ball team. I
the brown, Nino She insists she got more class, we know Swimming in the money come and find me, Nemo If I was at the club you know I ball, chemo Drop
you like (There it go your dealing with the real deal, baby) I can do, I can do I'll do, I'll do whatever you like (I'm not one of those rapper guys
shit need calamine lotion see my pockets swoll bitch and they wonder why I sing and changed all my outfits cause all y?all rappers ain?t talkin bout shit I?m a ball
makin' money, I growed up in the hood Yeah, all the hoes love me 'cause they know me real good Been wearin' the same clothes 'bout 8 days When they cut the 8 ball
't try your luck. Bullets have yo body hot you'll need a fire truck. So re-up with us, got white girl yeah that anime. Today i'm shittin on rappers
Dr. Dre] They said 30s the new 20 Funny, must mean 40s the new 30 Interesting, 'cause ever since then it's been in a sence An extension for veteran rappers
just tryna make it so she right here gettin' naked I don't judge her, I don't judge her, but I could never love her 'Cause to her I'm just a rapper and
a fuck who don't, Lock the CEO up, And I'm the CEO fuck, Prison in February and I ain't in no rush, Drink 'til I throw up, Nigga roll more blunts, Ball
, Suwo, I live it Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes Half of these rappers wasn't
.J. Fad Got crazy ass shit pullin' out the bag Don't forget the tartar sauce, yo, 'cause it's sad All these crap rappers, they're rappin' like crabs
hands of time and cuff 'em Cinderella man, Cinderella man Cinderella man, Cinderella man There's a storm comin' that the weather man couldn't predict I start the ball
Get back home Thangs are wrong Well not really, it was bad all along Before your left adds up to a ball of power Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour
