Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Govenor Ball, artist - Royce 5'9. Album song The Bar Exam 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Heaven Studios
Song language: English
Govenor Ball |
What the fuck’d I do? |
Diss a whole bunch of pussy ass rappers? |
Well tell one of they pussy ass to link up with me then, man |
These niggas, y’all think these niggas tough (boom boom boom boom boom boom |
boom!) |
But I don’t think these niggas real killas |
I know what’s goin' on |
Ay yo |
These rap niggas at the governor ball |
I’m baggin' eight balls |
Spilled Perignon on my suede Kaws |
I had to tell that bitch, «Don't touch my waves!» |
Layin' by the pool, $ 3K for the shades |
100 round drum release five in your brain |
When bricks went on sale I was going insane |
My shooter said, «Lord, you don’t even gotta pay me |
I’ma shoot the fuck nigga block up for the fame» |
Still duckin' my third felony, I’m on skates |
Fuck the halfway house, I’d rather wait |
Three stamps for some noodles and I’m straight |
Griselda is the illest, no debate |
While all these rap niggas at the governor ball |
I’m fuckin' they broads |
Ay yo, these rap niggas at the governor ball |
I’m baggin' eight balls |
That nigga had to tell his boo |
Don’t trust my ways |
Laying by the pool |
$ 3K for the shades |
These rap niggas at the governor ball |
I’m baggin' eight balls |
Yeah |
Get you whacked it only cost a band |
Twenty shots, every bullet in that cartridge land |
My shooter been buggin' since niggas off’ed his man |
Lil' dirty nigga, type to piss and don’t wash his hands |
Pink Bape hoodie, feel like the Harlem Cam |
Niggas rap good about them bricks |
But never bought a gram |
Flow outta this world |
I’m the martian man |
Every shirt sell out in minutes |
Now that’s a market plan, yeah |
If I reach it’s for a weapon |
Release three in your chest |
And in peace you niggas restin' |
Leave niggas in sections |
Pieces of you left in the street nigga |
I’m more than a street nigga, you guessed it |
Pussy, I’m never beefin' on a record |
I beat niggas to death |
That’ll teach niggas a lesson |
Machine nigga |
Free all the real niggas locked I’m a king nigga |
One hundred shots in that magazine nigga |
While all these rap niggas at the governor ball |
I’m fuckin' they broads |
Ay yo, these rap niggas at the governor ball |
I’m baggin' eight balls |
That nigga had to tell his boo |
Don’t trust my ways |
Laying by the pool |
$ 3K for the shades |
These rap niggas at the governor ball |
I’m baggin' eight balls |
Nigga |
We taking all comers |
Caking all summer |
They playing basketball |
We playing take they ball from 'em |
I’m in front of the stove wit' it |
Check the score, the Rolex is gold |
I’m going old Lexus Hov, sellin' blow |
Thuggin' for a purpose on my Pac shit |
Ugly chain on purpose on my Nas shit |
They passing around Moet bottles, but I don’t gossip |
All I do is real nigga shit like a |
Wiggle and shake to get through my day |
And I don’t assume |
I just been down and diggin' my crate |
And end up on the moon |
Once you hit a nigga in the eye |
They gon' change though |
Cause now they know the ribbon in the sky |
Ain’t no rainbow |
I was born physically conflicted with Christ |
Though I’m God sent, I was sent through the light |
Though I was meant to only exist in the night |
There’s only one of me |
I can easily imagine runnin' rap |
But I can’t even fathom rap running me |
I guess you 'spect me to wear dress shoes |
And be hangin' with YesJulz |
Or be wearin' leather pants with the chaps underneath |
Lookin' like half a fag |
Bout to have a glass of «flat tummy tea» |
Tell your wife chill out with the retweets |
And the waist trainers, grab a washcloth |
Follow Alicia Keys, make her face plainer |
She may just stay saner, I may just roll up in the Wraith |
Where she play and just David Blaine her |
While all these rap niggas at the governor ball |
I’m fuckin' they broads |
Ay yo, these rap niggas at the governor ball |
I’m baggin' eight balls |
That nigga had to tell his boo |
Don’t trust my ways |
Laying by the pool |
$ 3K for the shades |
These rap niggas at the governor ball |
I’m baggin' eight balls |