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summrs & desire – ball 4 ball lyrics

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[intro: summrs]
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: summrs]
rappin’ since i got money
i got them drugs in my body
hold up p+ssy, don’t try me
i might just put me a homi
i might just put me a homi
i just might f+ck on yo mommy
she loving me, lovin’, i love [?] (ooh)
tryna talk to my brother, [?] never got the same mother (uh)
[?] d+mn, shawty touching me you gon’ meet yo [?]
word to my mother, i’m a rich ass motherf+cker
driving a 18 wheel, like a motherf+cking trucker
or i’m in a gle, [?] hummer
i just got me a bad b+tch, she let me f+ck her

[verse 2: summrs]
f+cking up all of these racks, you know that i carry a motherf+cking bag (yeah)
my k!llers gon’ k!ll for that sac
this b+tch that she love me gave me a text
but i told that b+tch i already had them d+mn rackies
firearm’s on me, i dont want cops, n0body home (yeah)
this watch cost a leg and a arm (yeah)
i walk up in this b+tch on (yeah)
take them racks, i’m high in this morning
this b+tch say i’m so charming
designer, my [?] frozen
you can see the diamonds when they storm in
and you can’t afford motherf+cking [?] (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i f+cked on lil b+tches for nun’
i f+cked on lil b+tches for nun’
i got a [?] i f+cked on lil b+tches for nun’
i f+cked on lil b+tches for nun’
i sent my n+gga on a hunt
[bridge: summrs]
wrist lit, b+tch lit
popping, yeah, rick rick
blue lambo, pull up b+tch

[verse 3: desire]
ha, they late as sh+t
pull up and pop your brain b+tch
put that b+tch and his face quick
ruger, ruger, i’m clutching that motherf+cking ruger
let a clip at the bottom, its long like a ruler
sending n+gga’s i know they gon’ do ya
these lil n+gga’s p+ssy, so soft
coulda f+ck around, knock your dreads off
and i’m sippin’ that red, not wock
and i’m sipping that [?], ya, ya
lil n+gga dont play, im’a play with you b+tch
you glarin’ me, choppa go “fa, fa”
i spent some bagguetes on a yellow coupe
i’m tryna take the top off
my last [?]
a n+gga play up in this b+tch, we gon’ send him to [?], topgolf



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