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ysr gramz & yn jay - lamelo ball lyrics

[intro]
(oooh, sav k!lled it)

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
brodie came through with the bag, he like santa claus
you better use your m+th+f+ckin’ head, before i take it off
if you ain’t never got it out the mud, you is not a boss
i always had a smile on my face when i took a loss
n+ggas always tryna be your friend when you takin’ off
smokin’ on exotic ass weed, it just made me cough
i don’t even gotta do sh+t, but just make a call
if you shoot 100+somethin’ shots, would you make ’em all?

[verse 2: yn jay]
d+mn
if i look down from the top, would that make me fall?
b+tch text my phone 20 times, would that make me call?
no, i don’t think—alright
if i cross him over, james harden, i can make him fall
if i put spaulding in your hands, i can make him ball
aye, if i stand on my money, it can make me tall
i might f+ck around and tip over, it might make me fall
i can see the money so d+mn close, it’s finna make me jog
bro put a silencer on the (pew!), i can make leaves fall
i don’t never go to sleep, i can’t dream at all
d+mn, i think i need some auto tune, i can’t sing at all

[verse 3: ysr gramz]
n+gga got a gun, he actin’ like he can’t bleed at all
your head f+cked up, you’ll probably leave your dawg
dawg walked up on me wrong, he got beat in the mall
she like “why you ain’t answer your phone? you ain’t see my call?”
when them n+ggas took the f+ck off, they ain’t see me dog
he the type to shake a n+gga hand, but don’t wanna see him ball
my n+gga called me with some nice p’s, i wanna buy ’em all
i threw the bag to all of my n+ggas, i’m like chris paul
you really wanna be a millionaire, take a risk dawg
you walk around this b+tch ass backwards, you crisscross
i’m at a label meeting, that’s rich talk
you out here steady buyin’ fake sh+t, you gettin’ ripped off

[verse 4: yn jay]
d+mn
if i hung out with lamelo, would that make me ball?
n+gga, you ain’t do that bullsh+t, that can’t be dawg
n+gga had some bullsh+t, (shhh, aye) that can’t be dawg
luch’ really got straight drop, make your auntie fall
i be really hoopin’ with my family, let my auntie ball
i be tryna f+ck your mama sister, let your auntie call
oh, she bought a new crib? knock down auntie walls
i ain’t know i’m—ahhhh!
i ain’t know my fiend had a twin, like this can’t be paul
how the f+ck you thick with no ass? you got auntie draws
i just spent 100,000 shopping, like i hate the mall
i ain’t let my pit off the leash, like i hate my dog

- ysr gramz yn jay lyrics

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