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swala row - ball like this lyrics

[intro]

shine on these n-ggas man
yeah
i do it x6

[verse 1]

let me head to city sports and cop some raw nice kicks
hit up macy’s bottom floor for that all ice wrist
ride the city like a tour in my boy’s nice whip
with the hopes of me scoring an all white b-tch
every once in a while you got to ball like this
to remind all them haters that you are that sh-t
ain’t a single day at work that your boy gon miss
so them hard times before makes them joys priceless
thank god it’s friday what that check gon say? (money)
usually i don’t give a f-ck but i’m fresh to death today
got some money in my savings, ain’t no bills i got to pay
so i’m a blow all this paper put this sh-t up on display
hope you see this picture clear boy i’m sharp like blu-ray
starting off fresh as h-ll just like its a new day
got me dancing on these dollars like a dollar ballet
hop up in the back seat show you how a swala play (aye)

[hook]

every once in a while you got to ball like this
to remind all them haters that you are that sh-t
i ain’t never going to leave with just who i came with
i’m a ball till i fall cause i deserve it
gon me miss me with that hating n-gga, you can swerve b-tch
these girls is down to roll and those curves so thick
i’m a blow this money like my whole team rich
so every once in a while you got to ball like this

[verse 2]

big bank take little bank, pour me up a drank
call my homie skywalker gon draw me up some ink
i’m a spend that crazy money like my wallet need a shrink
charge that purchase to the debit i don’t even have to think
aye girl you out of sight come and roll with me tonight
i go hard in the paint like my first name was dwight
my homies riding too, send your girls that invite
i ain’t tripping girl i got it, you can have what you like
the team hit that good joint with the five star cook
grabbing paper for the bill like i sn-tched it out a book
while you paying take a glance at how them white people look
got them mumbling under breath like “that boy must be a crook”
hit the liquor store, ciroc is what i ask for
you know it’s bottoms up for whatever i pour
that drizzy drake room is on the very top floor
finna score, ba, close my hotel door

[hook]

[outro]

got to ball out every once in a while man
because you deserve it you’ve been working too motherf-cking hard
yup

- swala row lyrics

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