letra de ball - damjonboi
[intro]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n-ggas)
[chorus]
i remember days i couldn’t call on these n-ggas
got my money up (yeah)
yeah, b-tch, we ’bout to ball on you n-ggas, ball on you n-ggas
i’m gon’ ball on you n-ggas, ball on you n-ggas
yeah, i remember days
i couldn’t call on these n-ggas
got my money right, yeah
b-tch, we gon’ ball on you n-ggas, ball on you n-ggas
watch me ball on you n-ggas, ball on you n-ggas, uh (hmm)
[verse]
yeah, who want these problems?
my b-tch bad and petite, look like pocahontas
b-tch bad as h-ll, but she gon’ f-ck me for some pradas
i ain’t never lettin’ up, i put that on my mama
i ain’t drop a tape in months, n-gga, my name still everywhere
i don’t shop in saks no more, i take my b-tch in there
bought a big-ass crib and then threw my kids in there
ask about me in revive, n-gga, i live in there
i still be in my hood like i ain’t famous, thuggin’ (yeah)
they hated on jesus, n-gga, i’m used to this, f-ck ’em
i keep losin’ n-ggas, man, this sh-t f-ckin’ with my top
you confusin’ n-ggas, let me know, we rockin’ out or not?
i just can’t f-ck with any b-tch, i like a certain kind
i ain’t been f-ckin’ with that louis sh-t since virgil died
in atl, gettin’ top from a redbone
i bet it say you was a p-ssy on your headstone
i keep switchin’ up my sauce ’cause they stealin’ it
pourin’ up wockesha in a foreign, i’m spillin’ it (skrrt)
i keep on thinkin’ ’bout my brothers, that sh-t k!llin’ me (that sh-t hurt)
remember everything you taught me, that sh-t still in me
i don’t wanna f-ck you, but f-ck your friend, probably
b k!lled his self, i’m p-ssed that i can’t spin ’bout it (d-mn)
n-ggas braggin’ ’bout a ten, that ain’t no d-mn money (f-ck?)
n-ggas think they f-ckin’ with me, you so d-mn funny
i’m a rich-ass dope fiend, neighborhood star
might not make it to the crib, so i’m gon’ f-ck her in the car
i hate drivin’ to my crib because i live so d-mn far
n-ggas left me by myself, that’s why my heart got a scar
everybody, get your motherf-ckin’ roll on
keep them n-ggas that done told, bring the bros home
i be feelin’ like blueface ’cause i done put all of my hoes on
what’s your name again? anyway, put your clothes on
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