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big stacksss - born to ball (remix) lyrics

[hook: big stacksss & oj da juiceman]
say you getting money? i don’t see it, dog
see my 26’s? yeah, they standing real tall
and my chain, yeah, it’s heavy as a bowling ball
i’m the number one stunna, i was born to ball
say you getting money? i don’t see it, dog
see my 26’s? yeah, they standing real tall
and my chain, yeah, it’s heavy as a bowling ball
i’m the number one stunna, i was born to ball

[verse 1: big stacksss]
i was born to ball, you can call me barry bonds
two minutes in the club, done threw away a thousand ones
two years in the game, done hit over a thousand runs
fifteen in the street, done sold over a thousand tons
i got bread, dog, you can call it wonderloaf
your b-tch in the club sending me a love note
then she sucking on my d-ck like a tugboat
i love money, but i can’t live with my deep throat
money come and go like my ex-girlfriends
n-gg-s on my d-ck, they like the way my wheels spin
chain on my back, about to start a new trend
my money lonely, but it got over a million twins

[verse 2: oj da juiceman]
man, my chain heavy; it’s, like, stupid, dog
i got stupid gwap, chain swing through the mall
and my diamonds, dog? vvs froze
chain doing numbers, same pound bowling b-lls
stupid fruity wrist game got me balling, y’all
maserati coupe, top gone [?]
and i’m getting money, so the juice was born to ball
pinky ring big like i played some basketball
hummer h2, 30 inches, standing tall
’72 donk same color as the [?]
kush blunt, dog, and we call it that loud
young juiceman make bouldercrest proud

[verse 3: big stacksss]
enough bricks at the door to build a mailbox
i had the bird flu, now i got the chicken pox
twenties in the back, looking like some corn pops
foreign b-tch and she sucking on my cyclops
flash my bankroll and make you look real hard
rolled three bricks up, but selling you n-gg-s all hard
big stacksss my name, jewelry game’s insane
yeah, i make it rain, check out my whip game
bank account big, looking like a phone number
fishscales turning flips like a olympic tumbler
all b-ss making moves like a long jumper
a lot of bricks of snow, it’s about to be a cold summer

- big stacksss lyrics

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