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chizzy - nba lyrics

[hook]

road running out in traffic slidin’ with my partners
used to rock them rocs now my denim balenciaga
if its drama have my shooter smoke you like some ganja
sippin’ syrup with my lil’ white b-tch she from gananda
i swear to god i miss them days when it was me and rae
locked down bailed out 50 racks them n-ggas ain’t have no faith
they mad a young n-gga ballin’ like the nba (swish swish swish)
they mad a young n-gga ballin’ like the nba (okay okay okay)

[verse 1]

swish, swish diamonds on my wrist
all my diamonds glist
think i gotta p-ss
takin’ pictures with them guns but you ain’t on sh-t
better watch yo b-tch, she be on d-ck
i need that house with the fence
mercedez, that car with the tint
i fell inlove with the mint
i just bullet proofed the whip cause these n-ggas and b-tches be hatin’ and sh-t
came up from them dimes and them nicks
pull up to parties with sticks
shawty know that i’m a dog b-tch i ain’t sh-t
i swear my b-tch so bad i might buy her a bracelet
n-gga face it, yo b-tch basic why you hatin sh-t? (why you mad?)
why these p-ssy n-ggas actin just like will smith? (cause im in my bag)
send my youngins to yo block, just to k!ll sh-t (pull up to yo pad)
swear my b-tch be buggin’ she be on some extra sh-t
if he hit em’ in the head then thats a extra grip

[hook]

- chizzy lyrics

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