CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Ball
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Drop four inside my Fanta
Cardo Got Wings
Live like I'm a
Codeine from Atlanta
Gang
Used to drop a four inside my Fanta
Codeine from Atlanta
(Skrt skrt)
b*t*h I ball, Larry Bird
I'm gon' ball on these hoes, Larry Bird
Talkin' sh*t, you get hit, you out of words
I ain't kickin' it, I kick you to the curb
I get drunk, then I talk with a slur
Last night was a blur
Almost crashed, had to skrt
I ain't R Kelly, but b*t*h I'ma flirt
Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon
Ray J with it, I'll hit a b*t*h first
That b*t*h wanna f**k me, where?
In the front seat
Gun in my Givenchys, I gotta stay comfy
I know they gon' hate me, yeah
They gon' love me
Two thousand on a sweater, b*t*h you know that you can't touch me
Her contact name is vacuum b*t*h, cause I know she gon' suck me
Don't know if I'm really handsome, cause the money hide the ugly
She say she wanna cuddle, nah, but I'll buy her a snuggie
I'm sorry, I'm not sorry, to this love sh*t I'm a zombie, yeah
Pill pop, drugs, I'm a junkie
Spend my cash on Percocets, I may run out of money
Say you wanna beef, n***a lemme know sumn'
I don't throw hands, but that gun throw sumn'
I'm gon' ball on these hoes, Larry Bird
Talkin' sh*t, you get hit, you out of words
I ain't kickin' it, I kick you to the curb
I get drunk then I talk with a slur
Last night was a blur
Almost crashed, had to skrt
I ain't R Kelly, but b*t*h I'ma flirt
Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon
Ray J with it, I'll hit a b*t*h first
Aight Look
Flippin’ the script and killin’ this sh*t
We’re made for this, your made for slurpin p*ss
Swipe through your list, you know that i am hard to miss
My minds got a twist, i’mma pick you and throw you down in the abyss
You say i ain’t sh*t, while my ass you kiss
This ball i’mma kick, thanks to Chris (K-k-Kid Glock)
Even as hard as it gets, we gonna make the hits
I’m so f**kin fly, you don’t want to, i insist
Like R Kelly, it’s so hard to resist (ahah)
But there ain’t i crime i won’t commit
I’m the poisen that can kill the cure
Kickin’ your ass, you get hit
You outta words, you insecure
You drinkin’ pu**y squirt
I’m Drinkin’ swizzle with vinegar
Thats why last night was a blur
Wierd cause all this is seems similar
I’m gon’ ball on this hoes, like Larry Bird
Lit fire to this verse like Ragnvald, Earl
I'm gon' ball on these hoes, Larry Bird
Talkin' sh*t, you get hit, you out of words
I ain't kickin' it, I kick you to the curb
I get drunk then I talk with a slur
Last night was a blur
Almost crashed, had to skrt
I ain't R Kelly, but b*t*h I'ma flirt
Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon
Ray J with it, I'll hit a b*t*h first
Last night was a blur
Almost crashed, had to skrt
I ain't R Kelly, but b*t*h I'ma flirt
Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon
Ray J with it, I'll hit a b*t*h first
Drop four inside my Fanta
Cardo Got Wings
Live like I'm a
Codeine from Atlanta
Gang
Used to drop a four inside my Fanta
Codeine from Atlanta
(Skrt skrt)
b*t*h I ball, Larry Bird
I'm gon' ball on these hoes, Larry Bird
Talkin' sh*t, you get hit, you out of words
I ain't kickin' it, I kick you to the curb
I get drunk, then I talk with a slur
Last night was a blur
Almost crashed, had to skrt
I ain't R Kelly, but b*t*h I'ma flirt
Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon
Ray J with it, I'll hit a b*t*h first
That b*t*h wanna f**k me, where?
In the front seat
Gun in my Givenchys, I gotta stay comfy
I know they gon' hate me, yeah
They gon' love me
Two thousand on a sweater, b*t*h you know that you can't touch me
Her contact name is vacuum b*t*h, cause I know she gon' suck me
Don't know if I'm really handsome, cause the money hide the ugly
She say she wanna cuddle, nah, but I'll buy her a snuggie
I'm sorry, I'm not sorry, to this love sh*t I'm a zombie, yeah
Pill pop, drugs, I'm a junkie
Spend my cash on Percocets, I may run out of money
Say you wanna beef, n***a lemme know sumn'
I don't throw hands, but that gun throw sumn'
I'm gon' ball on these hoes, Larry Bird
Talkin' sh*t, you get hit, you out of words
I ain't kickin' it, I kick you to the curb
I get drunk then I talk with a slur
Last night was a blur
Almost crashed, had to skrt
I ain't R Kelly, but b*t*h I'ma flirt
Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon
Ray J with it, I'll hit a b*t*h first
Aight Look
Flippin’ the script and killin’ this sh*t
We’re made for this, your made for slurpin p*ss
Swipe through your list, you know that i am hard to miss
My minds got a twist, i’mma pick you and throw you down in the abyss
You say i ain’t sh*t, while my ass you kiss
This ball i’mma kick, thanks to Chris (K-k-Kid Glock)
Even as hard as it gets, we gonna make the hits
I’m so f**kin fly, you don’t want to, i insist
Like R Kelly, it’s so hard to resist (ahah)
But there ain’t i crime i won’t commit
I’m the poisen that can kill the cure
Kickin’ your ass, you get hit
You outta words, you insecure
You drinkin’ pu**y squirt
I’m Drinkin’ swizzle with vinegar
Thats why last night was a blur
Wierd cause all this is seems similar
I’m gon’ ball on this hoes, like Larry Bird
Lit fire to this verse like Ragnvald, Earl
I'm gon' ball on these hoes, Larry Bird
Talkin' sh*t, you get hit, you out of words
I ain't kickin' it, I kick you to the curb
I get drunk then I talk with a slur
Last night was a blur
Almost crashed, had to skrt
I ain't R Kelly, but b*t*h I'ma flirt
Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon
Ray J with it, I'll hit a b*t*h first
Last night was a blur
Almost crashed, had to skrt
I ain't R Kelly, but b*t*h I'ma flirt
Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon
Ray J with it, I'll hit a b*t*h first
