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ball player - leesta lyrics

[intro]
yeah

[chorus]
i could ball on these boys like a motherf*ckin’ ball player
hit it from the back, that booty fat, i see it’s all there
my b*tch just cut her hair off from some long hair
i got warren lotus, i’ma mix it with the moncler
i got twenty b*tches in the back tryna come here
they all free like a carnival
my shooter make a tour and they duck*wo*wo, i’m on a roll
no volvo, my mama scared, i know, i know
she probably think i’m finna die or just go crazy down the road

[verse]
chokin’ on the pack, this sh*t hurtin’ my lil lungs
i done got a hundred bands, you don’t get none
i could put this strap on extendo and make it run
i done made a bag and made it back up in a month
i said ice, ice, icе, ice
cartier frames on my icе
been had your b*tch and i f*cked that b*tch twice
been had that choppa with a green sight
i got margiela shoes, i don’t know what is nike, yikes
i pour hi*tech from the pint to the sprite
i done got me some watches and f*cked ‘em with ice
heard you talkin’ that sh*t, we gon’ take your lil’ life
i give these hoes something to talk about
when i step in the mall, got my diamonds out
know that they mad that i did this, start rhymin’ now
know they mad i ain’t eatin’ top ramen now
i can’t f*ck with that girl, it’s bad timin’ now
f*ck with me, my diamonds on pine salt
knew i would do this sh*t since a child, though
ride with a hundred guns in a tahoe
knew i would’ve done it
want smoke? you ain’t gunnin’
got bands of big money
i’ma give that b*tch a hundred
hi*tech in my stomach
i think that i need it to feel somethin’
i’m with my heathens and they drip
fee*fi*fo*fee*fee*fi*fo
lean but i’m tryna talk, i need my dough
feelin’ like sosa, man, watch me glo
big body benz truck a four*by*four
[chorus]
i could ball on these boys like a motherf*ckin’ ball player
hit it from the back, that booty fat, i see it’s all there
my b*tch just cut her hair off from some long hair
i got warren lotus, i’ma mix it with the moncler
i got twenty b*tches in the back tryna come here
they all free like a carnival
my shooter make a tour and they duck*wo*wo, i’m on a roll

[outro]
yeah
yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah

- leesta lyrics

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