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ball lyrics (ft. gunplay) - rick ross lyrics

[intro: rick ross]
mastermind, n-gg-
money bag, shorty, i’mma take over all this sh-t
i put that money on you, n-gg-,
your own brother’ll do you, you hear me?
yeah you, n-gg-
at your granddaddy’s house

[verse 1: rick ross]
ridin’ with a model, a prize, she can swallow
tat my name on her any n-gg- got a problem
crib big as lennox, f-ck goin’ shoppin’
throw a couple dollars, you can’t compare papi
b-tch you know i got it, i could get you waxed
dirty–ss n-gg- do your -ss for a stack
white reeboks â€“ i ride in the porsche
gladys knight, hazard lights, got a bag for your boy
rip jean, rest in peace deemy d
atl legends when it came to the green
wanna start a war with them miami boys
f-ck around and just make your granddaddy house explode
(at your granddaddy house, n-gg-)
(n-gg-, i put a million on you)
(had to do ya at your granddaddy house, n-gg-)

[hook 1]
boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss
boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss

[verse 2: gunplay]
(double m g, n-gg-, we run this sh-t – f-ck)
(maybach music)
(maybach music)
hundred hoes in the house and they all f-ckin’
watch dog–ss gunplay ball again
i don’t see these motherf-ckers, they small as h-ll
two places i ain’t goin’ â€“ broke and jail
you think you really run this h-t until you run into me
we can turn this into whatever you want it to be
i got a b-tch in the bed, i got fee in the safe
so much fee in the safe, she let me pee in her face
i need a c-nt and a blunt, everyday of the month
it’s a full-time job not to trigger you up
i know all y’all hatin’, i’m the n-gg- you love
fresh out the cuff spot and fill up the club
you say you got hoes, n-gg-, how many?
show me one and i bet i’ve been all in it
every day since then she been callin’ me
i was all in that p-ssy smokin’ paul lemon

[hook 2]
ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
i got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

[verse 3: t.i.]
the club full of bad b-tches and they came to play
okay it must be your hair cause it ain’t your face
now if you lookin’ for them bottles and them stacks girl
then make your way up to my section where it’s at girl
okay now do you wanna kick it with a n-gg- with a meal ticket
broke n-gg- looking mad, they just gotta deal with it
get right hoe – roll a dice hoe
and you ain’t gotta be a dyk- ’cause you like hoes
but everyday i step behind the wall
i do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball
i got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me
and a bucket full of bottles, bust it open
if you wanna get

[hook 3]
this club so packed, these hoes so drunk
this club so packed, these hoes so drunk
this club so packed, these hoes so drunk
i got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt
ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
i got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

[verse 4: lil’ wayne]
ain’t no n-gg- like the young money n-gg-
pop that p-ssy like a gun, pull the trigger
shake that -ss like a salt shaker
i keep a l lit up like a elevator
b-tch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse
i throw that d-ck like darts
drink all muddy, flag all bl–dy
i’m killin’ these hoes like that n-gg- ted bundy
i’m a good lookin’ rapper, i ain’t tryna stunt
i’mma fire my blunt like donald trump
where you at hoe? where you at hoe?
can a n-gg- stick his key up in your back door
tunechi

[hook 4]
this club so packed, these hoes so drunk
this club so packed, these hoes so drunk
this club so packed, these hoes so drunk
i got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

[verse 5: t.i.]
and do the thing in slow motion like soulja slim
and come around, wipe me down like boosie and them
back that thang up for me, show me that you love me
if it’s really too much for you you can bring a couple buddies
everyday i do my thang, big stones and chains
she let me drill all in her mouth, no novocaine
them other broke n-gg-s, all they did was told ya thangs
i could get ya on that g4 and show ya thangs
i like my women fat–ssed, pretty toes and things
long hair don’t care as long as none down there
if it’s manicured i can have fun down there
take you to whatever club, throw some money in the air

[hook 3]

- rick ross lyrics

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