| Ball on these niggas mane like there’s no tomorrow
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| Got a couple bad bitches on me, I don’t even call
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| Call my choppa Queen Latifah cause I’m 'bout to set it off
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| Real trap nigga man, I done sold it all
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| Marble floors, no beat down roaches on my wall
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| Remember going to school broke with holes in my drawers
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| Now I got 'em Gucci drawers with a 1000 bitches to call
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| Now I’m that nigga man, who would ever thought
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| Now I’m that nigga man, who would ever thought
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| Who would ever thought mane who would ever thought
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| Wack niggas be loony tunes, I will shoot at any goon
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| These little niggas, y’all can’t fit up in my shoes
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| Y’all know I carry big old tools, I go by them big old rules
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| I can teach ya ass off even though I dropped out of school
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| I don’t speak for fucking nothing, have my shooters shoot at you
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| If there’s beef or something, I don’t do what rappers do
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| In the trap, I’m trapping fool, want a pound? |
| I’m taxing you
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| Want a brick? |
| I’m taxing you but try to rob, I’m clapping you
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| Say you a street nigga but in jail giving up your food?
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| Boy you ain’t a street nigga, who the fuck you trying to fool?
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| 10 bands on your head just to get my shorty’s something to do
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| More like free Money and 'em cause I’ma pull up too
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| Ball on these niggas mane like there’s no tomorrow
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| Got a couple bad bitches on me, I don’t even call
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| Call my choppa Queen Latifah cause I’m 'bout to set it off
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| Real trap nigga man, I done sold it all
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| Marble floors, no beat down roaches on my wall
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| Remember going to school broke with holes in my drawers
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| Now I got 'em Gucci drawers with a 1000 bitches to call
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| Now I’m that nigga man, who would ever thought
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| Now I’m that nigga man, who would ever thought
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| Who would ever thought mane who would ever thought
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| Ever since my pops died, no father figure
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| 4 years later, lost my brother, mission harder nigga
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| Now I’m 15 with a strapped out 30
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| Me and little Waka catch you slippin', do you dirty
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| Came a long way from So Icy to the Squad
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| Bitch who with me to chop some shit apart
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| Momma was a hustler, daddy was a killer
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| Added up my options but this pistol felt more realer
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| So I’ma ball on 'em like there’s no tomorrow
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| Ball on 'em like there’s no tomorrow
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| I might just set it off, all in the car
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| 100 rounds, all in the car
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| Ball on these niggas mane like there’s no tomorrow
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| Got a couple bad bitches on me, I don’t even call
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| Call my choppa Queen Latifah cause I’m 'bout to set it off
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| Real trap nigga man, I done sold it all
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| Marble floors, no beat down roaches on my wall
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| Remember going to school broke with holes in my drawers
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| Now I got 'em Gucci drawers with a 1000 bitches to call
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| Now I’m that nigga man, who would ever thought
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| Now I’m that nigga man, who would ever thought
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| Who would ever thought mane who would ever thought |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ball , by - Fredo Santana. Song from the album Fredo Mafia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп