Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ball Player, artist - DC The Don. Date of issue: 19.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ball Player |
| You know this beat, that’s word to Keylow |
| Trademark |
| Yeah |
| I’m a ball player |
| Feel like Shaq and Kobe Bean on the Lakers |
| It’s all fun, baby please, we going major |
| Ridin' through LA, feel like I’m the mayor |
| Midwest nigga getting motherfucking paper |
| In the back of the party with some slayers |
| Bro, look at all these hatin' ass niggas, yeah, they haters |
| I see you fake, you should come with a disclaimer |
| Lil' bruh, get off your ass and go get your ass some paper |
| Motherfucker out here, I’m a rager |
| Collin Sexton mood, I’m Young Bull, it’s gettin' dangerous |
| Baby, this shit will never change us |
| My new house so big, I can’t see the fuckin' neighbors, ah yeah |
| Ghetto niggas making me major, ah yeah |
| Tell that nigga he gotta pay up, ah yeah |
| Shawty said this shit like a layup, ah yeah |
| Tell my mama we on the way up (Ooh oh) |
| Ay, pick up the phone we need to talk already |
| Tell my momma we gon' ball already |
| Kill my superstitions |
| I need some restrictions |
| Girl you know that hurt my soul (Yeah, yeah) |
| Kill my superstitions |
| I need some restrictions |
| Girl you know that hurt my soul |
| A little bit, but not only a little bit |
| I see you in the back of the car, got a smile on some jealous shit |
| Got a hole inside of my heart, it’s so light that I can’t even feel this shit |
| (Yeah) |
| Bob the builder, break her back out, girl I’m drillin' it |
| Blink 182 AM, so high and girl I’m feeling this |
| Girl I’ve been trying to do no run, no I ain’t feeling this |
| This world is not my home, it’s filled with wickedness |
| And I’ve been so low, where she thinking this |
| I can barely use my voice, I’m not a lyricist |
| Remember aunt called me, aunt called me, and said the realist shit |
| She said «Boy if you ain’t dead, you better kill this shit |
| Just promise if you do it, you do it and keep your diligence |
| Your head stay solid, little nigga your family militant.» |
| Ohh, if I don’t go right, then imma go left |
| I swear I never change, I’m Lil Daij I’m unimpressed |
| You don’t like the way I move and shit, I wish I was expressed |
| Should’ve called back on my phone when I wish I was addressed |
| Hard body, smooth moves, hypnotized now she possessed |
| Tryna go back to that fire in the wild wild west |
| Good morning, wake up you’ve been sleeping in a fucking mess |
| I get that, can’t feel, they’re moving all around they can’t seem to stay still |
| They’re movin' all around I can’t kill, I can’t kill |
| It’s not true what they say, pain kills, pain kills |
| If I go out today, at least I’m going out real |
| Take you out, take you out, take you out, take you out |
| Try me, try me |
| They top of my blood, hope a nigga try me |
| And everybody to see 'em they mean the world to save me (Don't tell 'em, |
| don’t tell 'em) |
| Lil' bro need a way, he finna go and hold something |
| I told him to use a plan B, but he don’t know, I can’t tell 'em |
| He said get rich or die trying, I can’t even blame an old fella |
| He can’t even hang with the guys, so he had to propel 'em |
| They can’t even open they eyes to these streets, compel 'em |
| They been out trappin' for days, working hard, you gon' smell 'em |
| Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm, who the fuck gon' tell 'em |
| That ain’t the way to live my nigga, move right and stay melo |
| Wait, I can’t trust a soul, you couldn’t save me |
| My family did me dirty how the fuck you finna fake me |
| And beat his ass for talking put his ass on «Say Cheese» |
| Your heart is split in two, my took off, come and change me |
| Bless me, I’m messy yeah, you can never blame me |
| I feel it’s sentimental, ain’t nobody try to save me |
| Now I’m swerving in that lambo wait, this shit getting spacey |
| And my choppa gettin' nasty, lemme take this bitch off safety |
| How I wake up in the morning, how I wake up in the morning |
| Do you feel me, I know you gotta feel me |
| Banana clip, GG, my shades on like they don’t feel me |
| I’ve been drippin for the last three years, this ain’t the real me |
| I’ve been talkin' multi-million dollar deals, since the little me |
| Gotta shoot me with a god gun, my complex been feelin' me |
| Cause I don’t think that man make a fucking gun that can kill me |
| I’m a ball player |
| Feel like Shaq and Kobe Bean on the Lakers |
| It’s all fun, baby please, we going major |
| Ridin' through LA, feel like I’m the mayor |
| Midwest nigga getting motherfucking paper |
| In the back of the party with some slayers |
| Bro, look at all these hatin' ass niggas, yeah, they haters |
| I see you fake, you should come with a disclaimer |
| Lil' bruh, get off your ass and go get your ass some paper |
| Motherfucker out here, I’m a rager |
| Collin Sexton mood, I’m Young Bull, it’s gettin' dangerous |
| Baby, this shit will never change us |
| My new house so big, I can’t see the fuckin' neighbors, ah yeah |
| Ghetto niggas making me major, ah yeah |
| Tell that nigga he gotta pay up, ah yeah |
| Shawty said this shit like a layup, ah yeah |
| Tell my mama we on the way up (Ooh oh) |
| Hi baby, it’s your mommy calling |
| Calling to see what you were doing |
| I know probably |
| At the studio, or still sweeping |
| Just wanted to let you know baby that I’m so very very proud of you |
| And all that you’re doing |
| You are a great inspiration to many people |
| And you know, I just wanted to let you know that I love you |
| I was thinking about you |
| And um |
| Mom, let me speak to my brother |
| Hold on, I’m on this voice-mail, he’s not answering |
| Call me when you get up |
| Do not be |