brandnewvintage - ball lyrics
[hook]
ay, ay, i can’t f-ck with n-gg-s y’all too flaw
uh, uh, i can’t f-ck with hoes b-tch who are y’all?
uh, uh told that b-tch to hop up in my car
uh, uh, imma show that lil b-tch how to ball, fade, fade
i can’t f-ck with n-gg-s yall too fake, fake
shorty kinda sweet she throwing, cake, cake
n-gg-s couldn’t be me, get the raise, raise, raise, raise
[verse 1]
told that girl to hop up in my rave
imma show her how to ball cuz she kinda neat
she said vintage you took raw man these n-gg-s ain’t like you
i said if you wanna ball there’s some things you gotta do
i said if you take a loss, get back up, cuz the l ends down and the dirty you is up
[bridge] 2x
smoke that gas
never p-ss
rolling fast with my top down
ay, she got -ss
imma smash
from the back issa wrap now
[hook]
ay, ay, i can’t f-ck with n-gg-s y’all too flaw
uh, uh, i can’t f-ck with hoes b-tch who are y’all?
uh, uh told that b-tch to hop up in my car
uh, uh, imma show that lil b-tch how to ball, fade, fade
i can’t f-ck with n-gg-s yall too fake, fake
shorty kinda sweet she throwing, cake, cake
n-gg-s couldn’t be me, get the raise, raise, raise, raise
[verse 2: 1-800-bull]
that luh mupp got face
gate, lock, key do this every day
you salty you just in the way
b-tch get off me, kick it kid play
my n-gg-s got me, ooh, yuh
let’s do this properly
money my religion, “what you saying?” i speak guapanese
smoking on them veggies bet my backwood filled with broccoli
you not in my league so best believe that you can’t rock with me
talking reck don’t bother me
i hit them triple digits you never the first to finish
you busy penny pinching working on your first offenses
i whip him like this daddy, ain’t talking no honda civic
i do ’em like these b-tches, hit’em up and gotta clear it
yuh, yuh, busy tryna get to the bag
pull up and i might do the dash, dash
body nice as h-ll but she, bad
dasani and fiji made that b-tch, splash
[hook]
ay, ay, i can’t f-ck with n-gg-s y’all too flaw
uh, uh, i can’t f-ck with hoes b-tch who are y’all?
uh, uh told that b-tch to hop up in my car
uh, uh, imma show that lil b-tch how to ball, fade, fade
i can’t f-ck with n-gg-s yall too fake, fake
shorty kinda sweet she throwing, cake, cake
n-gg-s couldn’t be me, get the raise, raise, raise, raise
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