Letra de Ball
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God fearin' weed dealer, the wise-eyed coke sniffer
The drug dealer, ass kisser, the free me at last nigga
For the pussy popper, the juvenile lookin' like she a mama partner
The drug dealer, ass kisser, the free me at last nigga
For the pussy popper, the juvenile lookin' like she a mama partner
The corner store, the Foot Locker, the Boosie juice, the talk advisor
For the car thief, the teenage burglar, the young murderer
For the prostitute and the pimp she got workin' her
This for the slum life, for the dance that make you dance when you hear gunshots in the end
This for every real nigga lost a friend, this for my nigga dead
For the FEMA store, the track life babies who let that nina go
For the Brookstown head buster, the Parktown fed ducker
For the 3rd Ward jack niggas, for the Sherwood H sellers
This for Bobby Shmurda, BG, and C-Murder, motherfucker, this for...
Y'all, get that sack, ball
Get that sack, ball, get that sack
(Bad bitches, this for...)
Y'all, get that sack, ball
Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball, ball, ball
This for everybody wake up with a whole lot of money on they mind (Ball, bitch, ball)
Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball
Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball
Second verses for all my gangsters who done gone in
Six feet, shit deep, I got long wind
And this verse for my niggas in that cold pen
Every man responsible for his own sin
This one live, lil' one got his bag right, he put in overtime
Lil' one kind of remind me of me, this for overtime
Open locker, this for them choppers that ring like doorbells
Baltimore, where most trigger fingers short as a toenail (Murder)
Duval on BooPac, Saint Louis, don't even go there
This for the bail bonds when you take half on a coke bale (Yeah, yeah)
This for y'all in the bricks
If they ain't tryna give us help then they ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Yeah, yeah)
This for y'all in the clique, clique changed, lookin' sick
Put your hood up in this bitch (Yeah, yeah)
This for all the bad women who make Fashion Nova look better than Fendi
Baby girl, this for...
Y'all, get that sack, ball
Get that sack, ball, get that sack
(Bad bitches, this for...)
Y'all, get that sack, ball
Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball, ball, ball
This for everybody wake up with a whole lot of money on they mind (Ball, bitch, ball)
Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball
Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball
For the car thief, the teenage burglar, the young murderer
For the prostitute and the pimp she got workin' her
This for the slum life, for the dance that make you dance when you hear gunshots in the end
This for every real nigga lost a friend, this for my nigga dead
For the FEMA store, the track life babies who let that nina go
For the Brookstown head buster, the Parktown fed ducker
For the 3rd Ward jack niggas, for the Sherwood H sellers
This for Bobby Shmurda, BG, and C-Murder, motherfucker, this for...
Y'all, get that sack, ball
Get that sack, ball, get that sack
(Bad bitches, this for...)
Y'all, get that sack, ball
Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball, ball, ball
This for everybody wake up with a whole lot of money on they mind (Ball, bitch, ball)
Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball
Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball
Second verses for all my gangsters who done gone in
Six feet, shit deep, I got long wind
And this verse for my niggas in that cold pen
Every man responsible for his own sin
This one live, lil' one got his bag right, he put in overtime
Lil' one kind of remind me of me, this for overtime
Open locker, this for them choppers that ring like doorbells
Baltimore, where most trigger fingers short as a toenail (Murder)
Duval on BooPac, Saint Louis, don't even go there
This for the bail bonds when you take half on a coke bale (Yeah, yeah)
This for y'all in the bricks
If they ain't tryna give us help then they ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Yeah, yeah)
This for y'all in the clique, clique changed, lookin' sick
Put your hood up in this bitch (Yeah, yeah)
This for all the bad women who make Fashion Nova look better than Fendi
Baby girl, this for...
Y'all, get that sack, ball
Get that sack, ball, get that sack
(Bad bitches, this for...)
Y'all, get that sack, ball
Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball, ball, ball
This for everybody wake up with a whole lot of money on they mind (Ball, bitch, ball)
Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball
Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball
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