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ball - damjonboi lyrics

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[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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