| This is how I ball
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| This is how I ball
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| This is how I ball
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| This is how I ball
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| Always knew, call despair
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| Cause I always ride new
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| Don’t ask why
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| That’s just how I do
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| My hip stay packed
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| With them greenbacks
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| And it ain’t playin' or an act
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| It’s real life, I roll like that
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| Windows sparklin'
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| From the diamonds in my piece, look like a fire-starter
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| My brain has got my eyes on hold
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| I look down, all I see is shining bright gold
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| I hold above my eyes
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| To make sure my blingin' got me hypnotized
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| I’ve got em sick with my jewelry
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| I wonder will these boys ever feel me
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| Probably not, and I don’t care cause all the shit I got
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| This is how I ball
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| This is how I ball
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| This is how I ball
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| This is how I ball
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| My legs won’t stop
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| Back to back, as I reach the top
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| Kinda like the way my hammer pulls back when it’s cocked
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| If I have to let it pop
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| And what’s wild
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| Is it match my piece and chain
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| So I ride in style
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| infra-red, flying through the air
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| Bounce off my diamonds
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| End up like a solar flare
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| It’s not fair, the way I mash on these boys
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| When they see me, they self-esteem is destroyed
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| My toys, will let me crush these perpetrators
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| And become a pride annihilator
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| And it’s just gonna get harder for these haters
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| Til they admit that a baller made it
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| But if they don’t, it won’t matter
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| Cause my pockets still keep gettin' fatter
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| This is how I ball
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| This is how I ball
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| This is how I ball
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| This is how I ball |