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nashawn – fait ball lyrics

[chorus: nashawn]
strike (one)
batter got another swing
money machine team we do our thang
strike (two)
and i’m a test my luck
the pitcher going hard he want another batter up
strike (three)
you know that i’m gon’ swing
i tip the ball now i’m gon’ again
strike (four)
i’m gon’ for the homerun
it’s going, going, gone!

[nashawn:]
i take off through the moon roof
you hear a clap that’s nashawn jones in that red coupe
you hear that, yes, i got them girl’s suit
and wear that, right here i do the d-mn du
my plan plat, i don’t care what her man do
she got some wonderful toes in them sandals
and gamble that fat -ss i can handle
i don’t be there on the corner, i don’t scramble
a grown man i roll my weed up and bamble
and beef i take a man apart, i dismantle
two right behind the ear, i’m from the galaxy kid
with sought to make my salary big
i don’t care how those factual’s live
but with the money machine make a deposit and the check will be clear
yeah, i said the cash will be there
but if you don’t produce right fun boy your casket will be there

[chorus]

[nashawn:]
problems y’all don’t want it, i swing that bat
i’m a dog in a world that’ll kill that cat
i just lounge in the mound with my hat on back
and step up to the plate, bonds up to bat
nah, nashawn jiggy spit that crack
i look nice with the siggy man my dunn go black
yeah, you bets believe my recipe will be
smoking that weed, the piff is a tree for me
i’m running through speed, yo flex drop a bomb diggy
she got money machine tatted on her t-tties
stomp hard in the city, nothing ain’t pretty
but the cars and the mac-10s, rims and the broke friends
i’m going hard; i’m trying to stress those ends
sit nice in the benz, i want her and her friends
head blown in the wind, money machine my team
stack nothing but suitcases of green

[chorus]

- nashawn lyrics

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