Ball lyrics

by

Desire (Rapper)


[Intro]
Yeah, woah woah woah, got my shades on

[Chorus]
Yeah, got my shades on, b*tch
Hate on it
These n*ggas hate on me
I got paper on me
Smokin' that za with lil B
Yeah, let's go fly to Miami, Ima get first class seats
Yeah, I'm not regular, dinin' at five star eats
This a push start ain't no key
Gimmie back my heart and I'll leave
Fourteen told me it was no spark, crush my heart on the scene
Seventeen, left me for another n*gga, that's when I started sippin' green
Last one left me in the dark, I'm off oxy, codeine
New g-lock with an e mag and a red beam
Wake up, I need my meds like a dope fein
I got you new Balenci, I don't do Shein
Turn around b*tch, bend it over gimme your spleen
They wanted me to fall
They don't like how I ball
Said Ima show the world my brudda, is that all?
We came from the same mother, we gon' ball
And if I need my brudda, it's one call
I just rocked the stage, dripped up in cost
Workin' everyday, tryna escape, tryna make it out, I want out
n*ggas want clout, I want money
Go to the hills, build me a house
Got a big sack on me, like Santa Claus
And I'm smokin' all these n*ggas cookies, screaming, "f*ck the laws"
[Verse]
She's a lil' sexy mama, that's my miss Claus
I don't wanna cause no drama, that don't mean I'm soft
They gon' make me whip this b*tch out and set it off
Too many horses up in this whip, watch it take off, watch it take off, watch it lift off

[Chorus]
Yeah, got my shades on, b*tch
Hate on it
These n*ggas hate on me
I got paper on me
Smokin' that za with lil B
Yeah, let's go fly to Miami, Ima get first class seats
Yeah, I'm not regular, dinin' at five star eats
This a push start ain't no key
Gimmie back my heart and I'll leave
Fourteen told me it was no spark, crush my heart on the scene
Seventeen, left me for another n*gga, that's when I started sippin' green
Last one left me in the dark, I'm off oxy, codeine
New g-lock with an e mag and a red beam
Wake up, I need my meds like a dope fein
I got you in Balenci, I don't do Shein
Turn around b*tch, bend it over gimme your spleen
They wanted me to fall
They don't like how I ball
Said Ima show the world my brudda, is that all?
We came from the same mother, we gon' ball
And if I need my brudda, it's one call
I just rocked the stage, dripped up in cost
Workin' everyday, tryna escape, tryna make it out, I want out
n*ggas want clout, I want money
Go to the hills, build me a house
Got a big sack on me, like Santa Claus
And I'm smokin' all these n*ggas cookies, screaming, "f*ck the laws"
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