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mackgee - ball lyrics

[mackgee. – verse 1]

ok we..ball up in this b—-
caught up in this niche
if you f–k around with you could fall up in this ditch
and you sort of gimmick lip
but i spit the real here
and these n—– still fear
and i’m still – irritated till this benadryl clears
hip-hop living and this tenant still care
and you’re real queer
in the f–king club i spill beer
alize hennessy had to play kennedy
took a shot in a moving vehicle
pulled over by a cop car
played it cool like what’s up sir
i could walk the straight line i could pay the state fine
just don’t take my -ss to jail cause that sh– will take time!

[hook]
this club so packed, these hoes so drunk
this club so packed, these hoes so drunk
this club so packed, these hoes so drunk
i got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

ball, ball, ball, ball
ball, ball, ball, ball
ball, ball, ball, ball

i got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

[mackgee. – verse 2]

baller shot caller and my dollar stack taller
and i like thick chick had to follow fat paula
and my rhymes is real sick better run it back brother
and i’m with a stiff d-ck longer than a back scrubber
where the roach at? swoosh like a coach bag
can’t see me in this b—- call me ghost dad
bill cosby in a movie set
they still love me i get groupie s-x
west africa, spectacular
biting on my d-mn rhymes you’re the neck dracula
take your wife away from you, you’re the next bachelor
cause you’re rolling in a prius not a benz acura!

[hook]
this club so packed, these hoes so drunk
this club so packed, these hoes so drunk
this club so packed, these hoes so drunk
i got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

ball, ball, ball, ball
ball, ball, ball, ball
ball, ball, ball, ball

i got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

[verse 3: lil wayne]
ain’t no n-gga like a young money n-gga
pop that p-ssy like a gun, pull the trigger
shake that -ss like a salt shaker
i keep a l lit up like an elevator
b-tch, shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse
i throw that d-ck like darts
drink all muddy, flag all bl–dy
i’m k!llin’ these hoes like that n-gga ted bundy
i’m a good looking rapper, i ain’t tryna stunt
i’ma fire my blunt like donald trump
where you at ho? where you at ho?
can a n-gga stick key up in ya back door
tunechi

[hook]

[t.i.]
and do ya thing in slow motion like soulja slim
and come around, wipe me down like boosie (free boosie)
that thang up for me, show me that you love me
if it’s really too much for you you can bring a couple buddies
everyday i do my thang, big stones and chains
she let me drill all in her mouth, no novacane
them other broke n-ggas, all they did was told ya thangs
i could get ya on that g4 and show ya thangs
i like my women fat -ss, pretty toes and thangs
long hair don’t care long as none down there
if it’s manicured i can have fun down there
take you to whatever club, throw some money in the air

[hook]

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