cause y'all ain't ready to ball They want me to hit the club and pull hoes with them I ain't fuckin with y'all, 'cause y'all ain't ready to ball They
fall down from the ball checkin' out them draws hangin' them balls in Cleveland Watchin' my back when I'm runnin through my city Cause nigga it aint
you came threw You fucked with a nigga too deadly Haters all try to come fuck with the gust Well wanna test these nutz G you aint ready But do what chu
it, they aint doin it like we do it, do it [Chorus: 2x] Its bone thug, we them bone thugs Half of this industry swangin from our balls Its bone thugs
You aint all that..yes you are but still Aight true life aint like im huntin I say hi you say nuthin Why you frontin On my word I aint deserved to get
you wanna party say party: party Say party: party (we in the house yall we bout to bouce yall we in the house yall we bout to bounce yall we in the
on it Ohh look we slammin' da bom on it Don't act like yo ass aint noticed it I'm rollin' wit a bunch of hoggs Yall ready know they like to ball I get
in it (oh) So I can ball in it (oh) hit them ball in it (oh) Throw my soldier cap on them watchin 3 (?) in it (oh) Im a rich boy I aint gotta steal shorty
shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi it aint nothing but gun play Nigga to catch this nigga im ready
to know Legit ballers what legit ballers wee straight legit ballers what legit ballers wee straight legit ballers what legit ballers wee straight legit ballers what legit ballers
Of yall (all yall) like a nice bitch hit a nigga raw dawg (raw dawg) And any nigga with him catch a sawed off (sawed off) And im ready im ready know what
balling you gotta put Jordan on And no, this alcohol got me more than gone And if you aint heard I'm balling then your source is wrong And I've been
street I'll be smashing beats and representing y'all And I'ma ball till I fall to the north call Ain't takin no shorts or losses general nigga platinum ball
The Way If They Not Doin It How You Want Your You Aint Got To Ask Me Can You Ball Don't Need My Permission Yall Here What You Waitin For. [Chorus:]
on my wrist yes, truth is that yall couldnt do it like this if me, tila & glueazy wrote yall shit (Chrous: Glueazy) When i pull up on the block in the
Oh oh oh I aint one to brag But yall done made me had to get in my bag Oh nah (im single) OH! (and im ready to mingle) Yup! Aah! Verse. There it is
payed my do's ya confused i would not lose bring it. kobe and shaq so ge ready ya am sharp like a machetie yall still ball but verse 2: the rule is
Intro. fitted down and im ready to play when ya album gone drop, bitches never can say fuck i look like givin birds they prop bitches act like they hot
