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Ballaholic [Explicit]
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You know I, my whole destination is to spit straight game
You dig that? (Straight game)
I come from the game, nigga, you know
I come from this motherfucker, you understand that?
And I, you know, it's like this, nigga
Pimp that all day, you know, Hillside White House, nigga
Yeah, the smell be for speaking the real from any move
My niggas in the 707 hold down that cause, nigga
I'm in my Uber drop, she in her town
Some cats tryna have at me, but this a canine in the battle
I'm planning on splitting my crown but it ain't gon' be too simple
See I'm a baller, I got bars around the window, rock wall assistance
You just look at my pictures taped up in the yard
And it go with a sign on the pistol read "Warning: Beware of dogs"
Nigga, if you feel barkish, nigga, leap, nigga
Neglect my dogs, starve 'em, sometimes they don't eat
Uh, error is stressing me about my triple B Martha's
I got bread, help, that's the way it has to approach
Dealt with a whole bunch of rugged-ass rappers
You know what I mean? Nigga, the size of a football team
I wear these glasses so that I can look like a square
But if you ever see me in a fight with a bear
Help me, nigga, help the bear
Me and my whales, we be coonin'
But see you the type of nigga that'll go in the back room
And beef yourself and act like you're paging for me
Yeah man, 'cause a real tycoon don't take
This shit from the floor to the moon
Still North Star riding, six iron striking
Some VS cherries choking the wrist and the pinky
But keep it loose around the neck and make sure a ho's in check
So if you gon' fill a nigga cup, fill it up with paper
'Cause we ballaholics, bitch
Act like quiet about this shit
If you're oohing, scream it like you mean it
Uh, I have you, ever since I was ankle more
Of course in the peace corps
I always wanted to play pro baseball
Realization family, that's my favorite sport
But instead I'm back and forth to jail and in and out of court
Serious about my rock shrine
I don't give a fuck how much Curtis shoes you had
Nigga, your mug don't be like mine
I bring the noise like a Simba
I fuck with Tony them, make you stick your pistol out the window
Y'all oughta see me at the steak shack
Short off in front of my broad tryna get my little juice
It's one of the biggest of animal prizes there
Nickname Jolly but my street name is Uhh!
Ballaholic like you and Snitch, your nephew Little Dale
I know these streets like the task force, no dope
I am the streets, my inner path can't be revoked
Ten percent, I pay my tax, forgive me for my sins
Smoke an ounce a week a day, maybe
That's why I be catching those dreams
Yeah
You niggas is real truant, man
Running around here with a black eye in the game
When we tryna feed y'all something nutritional for the brain
And nourish your gang
You see there's two types of niggas in this world
Those that eat and those that don't
What type of nigga is you? You know?
You see we got them tycoon stacks
Big boss, popping money up out junk traps, you dig?
You can call me Loris 'cause I'm seasoned
I eat crap up, but not when it's bleeding
Don't get me wrong, I love sex but I don't play with it
I love Virginia, but not when the Virginia's torn
Hoes too good and I might Dolce & Gabbana it
Gave your ass some bread and let you go buy out some shit
Calling yourself taking advantage of my riches
I'm tryna be nice to your ass, I normally talk bad about you bitches
Inducted to the Hall of Game back in the day
I'm notorious for slapping chickens in a fly day
People would buy no ears for the hair
Mayday, mayday, I can't call it all before
Barz and units, young nigga got three or something
Nineteen or forty, nigga, ball player
I'd rather fly than ride Amtrak
When I'm down in South Florida, see the who else
Been going hard black
Make an opera singer wanna write some rap
Paper up like a fax
I make you the same paper up like a fax
Yeah, 'cause we do this shit and bump the crown of the pitcher's mound
Slide into the fat catcher, aim with the snatcher
Batch of G out the pocket, pretty deal
With a nigga that's in the socket
It ain't my problem if your ho holler
We all about dollars and calipops
Baller, let me explain to you
A ballaholic, nigga, you understand this, nigga?
If you got your B and Cal with your baby mama's name
Nigga, you's a ballaholic, nigga, you understand me?
Please believe in it, nigga
Ballaholic, nigga, you understand me?
If you sitting on gold tennis shoe slippers, nigga
You understand me? You's a ballaholic
Don't ever get it twisted, nigga, yeah
If you put ten thousand down on some Drew House, nigga
Over at your house, nigga, in Frisco, nigga
And go back and get it the next day, you's a ballaholic
Please believe in it, nigga
Smell that, man
Ballaholics, nigga, ballaholics bust the sick with the rackets, nigga
Ballaholics listen to that Mobb shit, nigga
We stick to the rules and regulations of this motherfucking game
You understand that? Please believe it
Bitch-ass niggas
If you's a ballaholic, nigga
You's a boss, please believe it
That's what a ballaholic is
The ball can be having all, you understand that?
Rick Ross, you's a ballaholic
My nigga, my nigga D. Will's a ballaholic
Don't ever get it twisted, nigga
My nigga Cafe always in the motherfucker with me
You understand that? We some fools with it
My nigga Steve Harvey, I mean Natti, you understand that?
And that nigga Mugsy, you know he's a fucking ballaholic
Gold tooth motherfucking Pretty Boy Floyd-ass nigga
Love you to death, motherfucker, fuck it up
Fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya
B-A-L-L-H-O-L-I-C
E-Z-E-Z-E
L-I-C-E
E-Z-E-Z-E
Ballaholic