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victory royale - ball guys lyrics

[intro]
gotta keep your eye on the ball, guys

[verse 1: j wills]
dahmer on the beat, it’s a cold blooded murder
icy cold flow that’s rather unheard of
pop your homie on your block, he never ever turn up
skirt up with pirelli smoke, that’s for f*cking certain

gold grill in my t**th gives me trouble when i’m flossing
[?] straight leaking out my pocket
asked if i f*cked your b*tch, oh i see you heard the gossip
walgreens as a front, that sh*t helps me get a profit

when i do my taxes claim myself and your b*tch
two rats in your crew, call them lilo and snitch
only steak and lobster when i open my fridge
housе in the hills with the gate causе i’m rich

but i still keep those suburb ties
smoke a lot of tree, you can see it in my eyes
talk sh*t on my name then i pull up with the guys
she f*ck with the ball guys global franchise

in love with my homies and my ice, i’m h0m*flexual
when i’m at your b*tches crib you know it gets s*xual
i still f*ck your sister or your mom because i’m flexible
doing math with the paper, yeah you know i’m intellectual
hit that b*tch in doggy doggy doggy style
leave five stars on her craigslist profile
slander my name and i’ll take your ass to trial
my wrist iced out, your wrist a f*cking sundial

[verse 2: nathan mack]
they say that nine tenths of the law is possession
that’s why my hand’s always on my glock, i got a habit
and the safety’s always off, well do you get the message?
gotta get you on your knees to pray for all your brethren

pulling up to the casino shooting only sevens
call me bruce willis, it’s a f*cking armageddon
playing fortnite, i’m a gamer tyler blevins
cranking nineties up to heaven

[interlude: nathan mack]
sheesh, that is a victory royale

[verse 3: nathan mack]
yeah, started from the bottom now i’m here and i feel alive
reminisced the cold days and the weird times
when the broke me had to hustle all the time
searching for the dollar, quarter, nickel, penny, dime

hitting l!cks on walgreens, doing petty crime
now i’m counting all this paper on my abacus
with the whole squad hopping out the battle bus
all my haters heated, yeah they all be mad at us
in the cut with the table and we playing rust
yuh, return of the table, semi*auto in my stable
don’t care about no raids, i’m just tryna simp for babes
k!lling nakeds on the beach, yeah i’m tryna get the heat
getting [?] fast just so i can beat my meat

[verse 4: super drewlo]
b*tch i cum like a whale
p*n*s slimy like a snail
brain so good, it sent my ass to yale
murder that p*ssy like i’m christian bale

an american psycho
i ain’t ever seen that move doe
but i know joe leto in that hoe
oops, sorry, made a typo
meant jared
p*ss so wet sh*t look like a [?]

i’m so rich this cheese breaded
others call mozzarella stick
shut the f*ck up and eat a d*ck
real salty one too
d*ck taste like it came out lagoon

barely a d*ck, call it c*ckatoo
drinking this good ol’ brew
sh*t taste like poo

- ball guys lyrics

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