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damjonboi - ball lyrics

[intro]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n+ggas)

[chorus]
i remember days i couldn’t call on these n+ggas
got my money up (yeah)
yeah, b+tch, we ’bout to ball on you n+ggas, ball on you n+ggas
i’m gon’ ball on you n+ggas, ball on you n+ggas
yeah, i remember days
i couldn’t call on these n+ggas
got my money right, yeah
b+tch, we gon’ ball on you n+ggas, ball on you n+ggas
watch me ball on you n+ggas, ball on you n+ggas, uh (hmm)

[verse]
yeah, who want these problems?
my b+tch bad and petite, look like pocahontas
b+tch bad as h+ll, but she gon’ f+ck me for some pradas
i ain’t never lettin’ up, i put that on my mama
i ain’t drop a tape in months, n+gga, my name still everywhere
i don’t shop in saks no more, i take my b+tch in there
bought a big+ass crib and then threw my kids in there
ask about me in revive, n+gga, i live in there
i still be in my hood like i ain’t famous, thuggin’ (yeah)
they hated on jesus, n+gga, i’m used to this, f+ck ’em
i keep losin’ n+ggas, man, this sh+t f+ckin’ with my top
you confusin’ n+ggas, let me know, we rockin’ out or not?
i just can’t f+ck with any b+tch, i like a certain kind
i ain’t been f+ckin’ with that louis sh+t since virgil died
in atl, gettin’ top from a redbone
i bet it say you was a p+ssy on your headstone
i keep switchin’ up my sauce ’cause they stealin’ it
pourin’ up wockesha in a foreign, i’m spillin’ it (skrrt)
i keep on thinkin’ ’bout my brothers, that sh+t k!llin’ me (that sh+t hurt)
remember everything you taught me, that sh+t still in me
i don’t wanna f+ck you, but f+ck your friend, probably
b k!lled his self, i’m p+ssed that i can’t spin ’bout it (d+mn)
n+ggas braggin’ ’bout a ten, that ain’t no d+mn money (f+ck?)
n+ggas think they f+ckin’ with me, you so d+mn funny
i’m a rich+ass dope fiend, neighborhood star
might not make it to the crib, so i’m gon’ f+ck her in the car
i hate drivin’ to my crib because i live so d+mn far
n+ggas left me by myself, that’s why my heart got a scar
everybody, get your motherf+ckin’ roll on
keep them n+ggas that done told, bring the bros home
i be feelin’ like blueface ’cause i done put all of my hoes on
what’s your name again? anyway, put your clothes on

- damjonboi lyrics

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