Letra de Ball Hard
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(Verse)
4-54 with the top knocked off
Got the peanut butter seize and it blowed our brain
4-54 with the top knocked off
Got the peanut butter seize and it blowed our brain
Pull up at the mall, I can show you how to ball
Watch us spend 50 racks like money ain’t a thing
Shoes on my feet, cost 1500
She VIP you better get your woman,
I take her to the room put it all in her stomach,
Ye ain't talk about money, ye ain't talk about nothing.
She told me when she throw it back
That you couldn't handle and you be runnin
I beat it up, I break backs like take that and you straight wet
These shades I got on my face they cost 8 racks and a Maybach,
With Jay Chris and I'm Maybach
I drink Patron and don't chase that,
My money don't get low
It keep runnun round and round like race tracks tracks
You outdated like 8 tracks,
You know homie don't play that
And I ain’t even using my right hand,
Just killin y'all with the straight jacket
Your baby mama in a car with me
And her face below my waist yea
(Hook x2)
Ball hard like Wes Brook
If you wanna know how my chicks look,
My money long like hot 10
When I pulled up she just hopped in,
We left the scene in a drop Benz
Man none of y'all kids don't rap like me,
Ride bumpin that 2 Pac,
Me against the world, and it’s on repeat
(Verse)
I'm too faded to find my car,
Went ahead and I parked down
And it ain't over 'cause we're on our way to another club, finna I shut it down,
King of diamonds I'm on the stage,
They shoudln't just let me out the cage,
I'm too drunk tryin to stop me from having a good time and get stuck,
Women screaming my name, my name,
I was in the club with that thing, cocky,
Diamonds shining like bright lights and my Cali partners be banged out,
I picked the way that I came up,
Yeah Gucci shoes in a tanc top,
I started sipping that drink,
Now I feel like I can't stop,
And I'll be on Patron and she say she like to drink Siroc
Feelin like I'm in my zone,
I think I took too many shots,
Trash bag full of warrants
We don't make it rain, we make a hurricane
I got hair from my twice,
And I don't even much know her name.
(Hook x2)
Ball hard like Wes Brook
If you wanna know how my chicks look,
My money long like hot 10
When I pulled up she just hopped in,
We left the scene in a drop Benz
Man none of y'all kids don't rap like me,
Ride bumpin that 2 Pac,
Me against the world, and it’s on repeat
Watch us spend 50 racks like money ain’t a thing
Shoes on my feet, cost 1500
She VIP you better get your woman,
I take her to the room put it all in her stomach,
Ye ain't talk about money, ye ain't talk about nothing.
She told me when she throw it back
That you couldn't handle and you be runnin
I beat it up, I break backs like take that and you straight wet
These shades I got on my face they cost 8 racks and a Maybach,
With Jay Chris and I'm Maybach
I drink Patron and don't chase that,
My money don't get low
It keep runnun round and round like race tracks tracks
You outdated like 8 tracks,
You know homie don't play that
And I ain’t even using my right hand,
Just killin y'all with the straight jacket
Your baby mama in a car with me
And her face below my waist yea
(Hook x2)
Ball hard like Wes Brook
If you wanna know how my chicks look,
My money long like hot 10
When I pulled up she just hopped in,
We left the scene in a drop Benz
Man none of y'all kids don't rap like me,
Ride bumpin that 2 Pac,
Me against the world, and it’s on repeat
(Verse)
I'm too faded to find my car,
Went ahead and I parked down
And it ain't over 'cause we're on our way to another club, finna I shut it down,
King of diamonds I'm on the stage,
They shoudln't just let me out the cage,
I'm too drunk tryin to stop me from having a good time and get stuck,
Women screaming my name, my name,
I was in the club with that thing, cocky,
Diamonds shining like bright lights and my Cali partners be banged out,
I picked the way that I came up,
Yeah Gucci shoes in a tanc top,
I started sipping that drink,
Now I feel like I can't stop,
And I'll be on Patron and she say she like to drink Siroc
Feelin like I'm in my zone,
I think I took too many shots,
Trash bag full of warrants
We don't make it rain, we make a hurricane
I got hair from my twice,
And I don't even much know her name.
(Hook x2)
Ball hard like Wes Brook
If you wanna know how my chicks look,
My money long like hot 10
When I pulled up she just hopped in,
We left the scene in a drop Benz
Man none of y'all kids don't rap like me,
Ride bumpin that 2 Pac,
Me against the world, and it’s on repeat
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