| As high as a striped bird, ballin'
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| Fuck the Lakers! |
| Except Lonzo, don’t leave that out
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| Free LiAngelo, my nigga ain’t do shit
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| Ay, my nigga Tee Martin
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| Brandon Ingram is cool, too
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| Ball, get a crib that’s high as a scraper
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| Ball like a Laker. |
| Fuck the Lakers
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| Ball like LaVar, I’m 'bout my paper
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| Bought my mom a crib where she got no neighbors
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| Ain’t it slow for you hoe niggas when I ball
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| I told you I would ball, nigga, didn’t I ball?
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| And I might not see you later
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| And hear my prayer
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| God, let me ball
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| Ball please, pass me the ball, please
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| So I can go off-key, spin move, off-three
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| If that shit go in, newspapers all me
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| Fat boy the maker, not yet but he stay hood
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| Nerdy as hell, I been layin' off the squares
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| Can’t you tell? |
| Feel like I need a chip
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| Finally not bitin' my nails, I’m in the air like Nimbus
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| Hercules, Mount Olympus, Hades plottin' on me since I was a baby
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| He a big bitch (bitch, bitch)
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| Now what’s my favorite word? |
| M-O-N-E-Y till I d-ie
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| And if you tr-y, I press the rewind
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| Then press the hitstick, you hit the sideline, Bobby Bushay to the bullshit
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| Martyr is better, two braids, gold chain and Nautica sweater
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| I’m lookin' like I’m Uncle Mike, computer ballin awkward type
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| And you can spark the blunt as soon as I get off the flight
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| Ball, get a crib that’s high as a scraper
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| Ball like a Laker. |
| Fuck the Lakers
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| Ball like LaVar, I’m 'bout my paper
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| Bought my mom a crib where she got no neighbors
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| Ain’t it slow for you hoe niggas when I ball
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| I told you I would ball, nigga, didn’t I ball?
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| And I might not see you later
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| And hear my prayer
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| God, let me ball
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| Ball, please, that’s all I need
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| Okay, for real, for real
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| I need to chill and kill it back-to-back like Drizzy Mill
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| With Miley Cyrus dissin' rap and twerkin' ass like Hank Hill
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| And then I’m s’posed to act like I can take it as a joke
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| Be hearin' sly shit from the nervous white folks
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| Don’t trip, I like those that don’t trip about my skin, or my lips, or my gold
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| 'Cause when ET phone home, he call me like «hold on»
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| I came back to pick my mans up, plan to jump another planet
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| God let me ball, God let me Andre the Giant
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| Chokeslam the rap game, I’m so damn defiant
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| 'Cause I’m gettin' high and I’m not bein' violent (swish)
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| Whatever, man (bitch)
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| I gotta get my shit together man
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| Predict the rain like the weatherman
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| Predict them days gettin' better, man (nah, we got this)
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| God let me ball, God let me ball
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| Ball, get a crib that’s high as a scraper
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| Ball like a Laker, fuck the Lakers
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| Ball like LaVar, I’m 'bout my paper
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| Bought my mom a crib where she got no neighbors
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| Ain’t it slow for you hoe niggas when I ball
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| I told you I would ball, nigga, didn’t I ball?
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| And I might not see you later
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| And hear my prayer
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| God, let me ball |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ball , by - Michael Christmas. Song from the album Role Model, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп