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(If you not Ballhog, then die) Yeah I put the ball through the hoop I put the ball through the hoo-I put the ball through the hoo— I put the ball through the hoop Yeah, I put your ho in my coupe I take the ball like, "What you gon' do?" My chest out slime, and you know what we gon' do Just counting these racks, sitting in my room And when they be hating, you know they in tune I just spilled lean on my kicks, oops I just poured drank in my cup, deuce I just spilled lean on my kicks, oops Like, what the fuck, I'm gon' do? Look at my racks, they all blue Look at my jeans, they Dior too She like "Tec, I adorе you But sometimes you act rude" I'm sorry, ho, that's just mе I'm in the field like cleats I hoop hard like Kobe They hating on me ode I ain't do nothing to a nigga, so why they gotta say shit about me? I keep on winning, so I feel like Ronda Rousey Letras de cancionesThey'll peep yo' fake from a distance so I gotta keep yo' ass from around me Keep pourin' up all this tris and so, it got a young nigga drowsy I was down bad on my dick, okay, but I came back and dropped sixty Out of town is super cool, okay, but, yes, I miss my city I wanna be back home with the guys I'm balling hard and I don't even try Switch they mood, they know we gon' slide Smoking on 'za this not no high Bad ho, I say "Hi" This bih' want me on the phone all day, but I nod off 'cause I'm tired Yeah I put the ball through the hoop I put the ball through the hoo-I put the ball through the hoo— I put the ball through the hoop Yeah, I put your ho in my coupe I take the ball like, "What you gon' do?" I text up slime, you know he gon' shoot Just counting these racks, sitting in my room And when they be hating, you know they in tune I just spilled lean on my kicks, oops I just poured drank in my cup, deuce I just spilled lean on my kicks, oops Like, what the fuck, I'm gon' do? Look at my racks, they all blue Look at my jeans, they Dior too She like "Tec, I adore you But sometimes you act rude" From Letras Mania