Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ball Player, artist - Meek Mill. Album song Wins & Losses, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Maybach
Song language: English
Ball Player |
| Pulled off in an Aston, ten hoes in a mansion |
| Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic |
| They don’t wanna go to college but the brain intelligent |
| Make me wanna do the Heisman when I drink the right medicine |
| Ball player, ball player, crib in the Himalayas |
| Put my bitch in the streets, you put your bitch on the shelves |
| Big weight, fish scales, blue bird in the mail |
| Feelin' like Blue’s Clues, here come the mail, I wanna yell |
| Yeah, fuck up a check (fuck it up) |
| I might go flood the Patek |
| I’m at the jeweler, 200 in cash |
| I tell that nigga to bust at my neck |
| I’m with your bitch and she bustin' it down |
| Bustin' it open, we bustin' at necks |
| I let it go when I bust in her mouth |
| She come in the kitchen, you love her to death (ew) |
| Kickin' that shit like Bruce Lee |
| Zone, zone, zone, no 2, 3 |
| I won’t fuck her sushi |
| Stacking that paper like loose leaf |
| Pull up in the hood, we too deep |
| Big Maybach, like 'scuse me |
| My friends dead like Uzi’s |
| I don’t play with no goofies, hell no! |
| Pulled off in an Aston, ten hoes in a mansion |
| Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic |
| They don’t wanna go to college but the brain intelligent |
| Make me wanna do the Heisman when I drink the right medicine |
| Ball player, ball player, crib in the Himalayas |
| Put my bitch in the streets, you put your bitch on the shelves |
| Big weight, fish scales, blue bird in the mail |
| Feelin' like Blue’s Clues, here come the mail, I wanna yell |
| Pickin' up dope with the U-Haul (dope) |
| Wrist cold like Utah (burr) |
| Waterboy, foosball (water) |
| Waterboy, foosball (let's go) |
| I bet you niggas can’t re-up (no) |
| Swimmin' in dope with my knees up (dope) |
| Migo gang, streets need us |
| DreamChasers, streets need us |
| Put that pot in that stove, watch it come back yay |
| Keep your eye on that road, when you’re pushin' yay |
| Extra percent for my assassin |
| Tell my shooters, «Do 'em nasty» |
| No witness, no evidence (no evidence) |
| Put 'em all in a casket |
| Pulled off in an Aston, ten hoes in a mansion |
| Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic |
| They don’t wanna go to college but their brain intelligent |
| Make me wanna do the Heisman when drink the right medicine |
| Ball player, ball player, crib in the Himalayas |
| Put my bitch in the streets, you put your bitch on the shelves |
| Big weight, fish scales, blue bird in the mail |
| Feelin' like Blue’s Clues, here come the mail, I wanna yell |
| Here come the mail, I wanna yell |
| Here come the mail, I wanna yell |
| Here come the mail, I wanna yell |
| Here come the mail, I wanna yell |
| Gang, gang, woo! |
| Shipping them packs through the FedEx |
| Send it, just give me ya address |
| Handling shipping, we charge you |
| Price up and down like it’s NASDAQ |
| Scoop a supermodel in the Murcielago |
| Hit her, make her take a cab back |
| You put your bitch on shelf nigga |
| I make my hoe bring that cash back |
| Put that Pyrex on the stove |
| Water whip, 28 jump, yeah |
| Trap house boomin, Feds at the door |
| Nigga like, «What do they want?», yeah |
| We shooting dice on a PJ |
| I put ya bitch in a 3 way |
| I hit her up for the replay |
| And she bring it back like a DJ |
| Pulled off in an Aston, ten hoes in a mansion |
| Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic |
| They don’t wanna go to college but their brain intelligent |
| Make me wanna do the Heisman when drink the right medicine |
| Ball player, ball player, crib in the Himalayas |
| Put my bitch in the streets, you put your bitch on the shelves |
| Big weight, fish scales, blue bird in the mail |
| Feelin' like Blue’s Clues, here come the mail, I wanna yell |
| Pulled off in an Aston, ten hoes in a mansion |
| Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic |
| They don’t wanna go to college but their brain intelligent |
| Make me wanna do the Heisman when drink the right medicine |
| Ball player, ball player, crib in the Himalayas |
| Put my bitch in the streets, you put your bitch on the shelves |
| Big weight, fish scales, blue bird in the mail |
| Feelin' like Blue’s Clues, here come the mail, I wanna yell |