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ballhog. - chris king lyrics

[intro]
f-ck it up
f-ck it up
whoa oh
we trappin up
[?]
we trappin up
[?]

[verse 1]
got me screaming out p-ss me the ball
cause you don’t know what you doing
i’m too d-mn smooth with it
i’m good long as my crew with it
say p-ss me the ball
cause you don’t know what you doing
i’m too d-mn good with it
i’m good long as my crew with it
i’m like p-ss me the ball
cause you don’t know what you doing
i’m too d-mn smooth with it
i’m good long as my crew with it
scream p-ss me the ball
cause you don’t know what you doing
i’m too d-mn smooth with it
i’m good long as my crew with it

[verse 2]
said run and have a gl-ss
then throw it off the gl-ss
money on my mind, pocket full o cash
wanna whip it in the booth
trying not to crash
trying not to get distracted from cameras
paparazzi lights flash
godd-mn, godd-mn, can’t a n-gga kick [?]
let a n-gga splash like ron and d-mn
cleaning up the bullets with a red bandana
getting paranoid when i pick up her stamp
little than a hundred pounds get ten bands
stepping on the turf we the [?] all day
i make a proposition and the offer still stands
look at how far i done came on the grams
praying that the gun don’t jam in a jam
trapped interstate upskirt in a lamb
do you know i am i can bring the hood out
like when inglewood finally got the rams
sliding out my 87 mean as a sand
saying that again and repeat it again
cleopatra egypt features and scan
cans up going [?]

[hook]
p-ss me the ball
don’t know what you doing
i’m too d-mn smooth with it
i’m good long as my crew with it
said p-ss me the ball
don’t know what you doing
i’m too d-mn smooth with it
i’m good long as my crew with it
said p-ss me the ball
don’t know what you doing
i’m too d-mn smooth with it
i’m good long as my crew with it
said p-ss me the ball
don’t know what you doing
i’m too d-mn smooth with it
i’m good long as my crew with it
aye

[verse 3]
take you high, make you high
make you fly like the stars in the night
and i know you got a man and it’s wrong but it feels alright
yo s-x driven by n-ggas that really living their life
i roll up my weed and i tell you come kiss the sky
that codeine contaminate all my motherf-cking spice
gert adrenaline rush when i hearing her busting a pipe
don’t double down none o my n-ggas you know that they might
i smell like a hippie my n-gga i’m so outta sight
hit me with the bake and roll
call my n-gga but i give and go
stand indoors then get some more
tell me what you waiting for
legend doesn’t hit a note
light myself on fire feels like two three way [?]
two three whips on [?] blah

- chris king lyrics

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