| Coat brush
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| DJ KHALED!
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| It started with some packs (Go!)
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| Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)
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| Wake up with my dogs (Go!)
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| Took over the block (Lets Go!)
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| And then we
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| Ball, ball, ball
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| Ball, ball, ball, ball
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| (That's all we know how to do… Who invented this thing!)
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| Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)
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| Motherfuck the law (Victory)
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| Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)
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| Cause we move a lot of raw
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| And so we
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| Ball, ball, ball
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| Ball, ball, ball, ball
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| (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land… I be back when its warm!)
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| I started from an ounce (28)
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| Stretched that to 42 (ehh)
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| Flipped that to shawty blue
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| Took it to the sporty coup (Go!)
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| Now, I can get it for a 23
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| So short give me 42, and what the fuck ya gonna do (what else)
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| BALL!
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| I’m all for it like Brandon Roy
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| Long story short, lets fast forward to the brand new toys (swish!)
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| My jewellery loud, motherfuckers can’t stand the noise (turn it down)
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| My chain swing like the hands on Floyd dammit boy! |
| (watch it! watch it!)
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| Motherfuckers wanna shoot my brains out (word!)
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| Tell these niggas catch me I’m in the coop with my braids out! |
| (nigga!)
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| They said the summer with the roof is kinda played out (so what?)
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| So I told the dealer keep the ceilin' on my way out
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| BALL!
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| It started with some packs (Go!)
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| Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)
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| Wake up with my dogs (Go!)
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| Took over the block (Lets Go!)
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| And then we
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| Ball, ball, ball
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| Ball, ball, ball, ball
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| (Show me the money… What’s up now!)
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| Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)
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| Motherfuck the law (Victory)
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| Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)
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| Cause we move a lot of raw
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| And so we
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| Ball, ball, ball
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| Ball, ball, ball, ball
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| (It's not so funny now. I can’t hear you niggas now!)
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| I’m gainin on em, guess who’s gettin famous on em (JONES!)
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| Private plane’n on em, buy cars no payments on em (No test drive!)
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| I ball with guns, I’m Arenas on em (Bang Bang!)
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| Its all for fun, we flood the necklace with saints up on em (pray for us!)
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| Tell big them 700's we still waitin on em (be patient)
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| The weatherman we make it snow, we cocainin' on em! |
| (1we takin …)
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| We make them bitches melt when they see me out (chilly!)
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| With them fly cars you faggot niggas dream about (get ya money up!)
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| I’m spillin champagne on my dress clothes (so what!)
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| I’mma need a scarf before my chain give me chest colds (CHILLY!)
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| I got these bitches duckin dick like … (HAHA!)
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| When they see me pull to the spot, we’re like …
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| It started with some packs (Go!)
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| Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)
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| Wake up with my dogs (Go!)
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| Took over the block (Lets Go!)
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| And then we
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| Ball, ball, ball
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| Ball, ball, ball, ball
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| (Show me the money… What’s up now!)
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| Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)
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| Motherfuck the law (Victory)
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| Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)
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| Cause we move a lot of raw
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| And so we
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| Ball, ball, ball
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| Ball, ball, ball, ball
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| (It's not so funny now. I can’t hear you niggas now!)
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| We fly to hot spots when New York is chilly
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| So I be driving drop tops when New York is chilly (I'm cold hearted)
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| Silly!, You know u eatin when u can cough a millies
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| Willy, the cars at least cost a quarter millie (buy that)
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| You know my lifetsyle, back and forth flights out
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| Spendin money nights out, till the lord say its lights out (pour out some
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| liquor)
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| My … is callin' … (uh oh!)
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| And even with the lights all off
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| You can still see the jewellery
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| It started with some packs (Go!)
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| Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)
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| Wake up with my dogs (Go!)
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| Took over the block (Lets Go!)
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| And then we
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| Ball, ball, ball
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| Ball, ball, ball, ball
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| (Show me the money… What’s up now!)
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| Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)
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| Motherfuck the law (Victory)
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| Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)
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| Cause we move a lot of raw
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| And so we
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| Ball, ball, ball
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| Ball, ball, ball, ball
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| (It's not so funny now. I can’t hear you niggas now!) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ball , by - DJ Khaled. Song from the album The Capo Chronicles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп