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Michael Christmas – Ball lyrics
[Intro]
As high as a striped bird, ballin'
Fuck the Lakers! Except Lonzo, don't leave that out
Free LiAngelo, my nigga ain't do shit
Ay, my nigga Tee Martin
Brandon Ingram is cool, too
[Chorus]
Ball, get a crib that's high as a scraper
Ball like a Laker. Fuck the Lakers
Ball like LaVar, I'm 'bout my paper
Bought my mom a crib where she got no neighbors
Ain't it slow for you hoe niggas when I ball
I told you I would ball, nigga, didn't I ball?
And I might not see you later
And hear my prayer
God, let me ball
[Verse 1]
Ball please, pass me the ball, please
So I can go off-key, spin move, off-three
If that shit go in, newspapers all me
Fat boy the maker, not yet but he stay hood
Nerdy as hell, I been layin' off the squares
Can't you tell? Feel like I need a chip
Finally not bitin' my nails, I'm in the air like Nimbus
Hercules, Mount Olympus, Hades plottin' on me since I was a baby
He a big bitch (bitch, bitch)
Now what's my favorite word? M-O-N-E-Y till I d-ie
And if you tr-y, I press the rewind
Then press the hitstick, you hit the sideline, Bobby Bushay to the bullshit
Martyr is better, two braids, gold chain and Nautica sweater
I'm lookin' like I'm Uncle Mike, computer ballin awkward type
And you can spark the blunt as soon as I get off the flight
[Chorus]
Ball, get a crib that's high as a scraper
Ball like a Laker. Fuck the Lakers
Ball like LaVar, I'm 'bout my paper
Bought my mom a crib where she got no neighbors
Ain't it slow for you hoe niggas when I ball
I told you I would ball, nigga, didn't I ball?
And I might not see you later
And hear my prayer
God, let me ball
[Verse 2]
Ball, please, that's all I need
Okay, for real, for real
I need to chill and kill it back-to-back like Drizzy Mill
With Miley Cyrus dissin' rap and twerkin' ass like Hank Hill
And then I'm s'posed to act like I can take it as a joke
Be hearin' sly shit from the nervous white folks
Don't trip, I like those that don't trip about my skin, or my lips, or my gold
'Cause when ET phone home, he call me like "hold on"
I came back to pick my mans up, plan to jump another planet
God let me ball, God let me Andre the Giant
Chokeslam the rap game, I'm so damn defiant
'Cause I'm gettin' high and I'm not bein' violent (swish)
Whatever, man (bitch)
I gotta get my shit together man
Predict the rain like the weatherman
Predict them days gettin' better, man (nah, we got this)
God let me ball, God let me ball
[Chorus]
Ball, get a crib that's high as a scraper
Ball like a Laker, fuck the Lakers
Ball like LaVar, I'm 'bout my paper
Bought my mom a crib where she got no neighbors
Ain't it slow for you hoe niggas when I ball
I told you I would ball, nigga, didn't I ball?
And I might not see you later
And hear my prayer
God, let me ball
As high as a striped bird, ballin'
Fuck the Lakers! Except Lonzo, don't leave that out
Free LiAngelo, my nigga ain't do shit
Ay, my nigga Tee Martin
Brandon Ingram is cool, too
[Chorus]
Ball, get a crib that's high as a scraper
Ball like a Laker. Fuck the Lakers
Ball like LaVar, I'm 'bout my paper
Bought my mom a crib where she got no neighbors
Ain't it slow for you hoe niggas when I ball
I told you I would ball, nigga, didn't I ball?
And I might not see you later
And hear my prayer
God, let me ball
[Verse 1]
Ball please, pass me the ball, please
So I can go off-key, spin move, off-three
If that shit go in, newspapers all me
Fat boy the maker, not yet but he stay hood
Nerdy as hell, I been layin' off the squares
Can't you tell? Feel like I need a chip
Finally not bitin' my nails, I'm in the air like Nimbus
Hercules, Mount Olympus, Hades plottin' on me since I was a baby
He a big bitch (bitch, bitch)
Now what's my favorite word? M-O-N-E-Y till I d-ie
And if you tr-y, I press the rewind
Then press the hitstick, you hit the sideline, Bobby Bushay to the bullshit
Martyr is better, two braids, gold chain and Nautica sweater
I'm lookin' like I'm Uncle Mike, computer ballin awkward type
And you can spark the blunt as soon as I get off the flight
[Chorus]
Ball, get a crib that's high as a scraper
Ball like a Laker. Fuck the Lakers
Ball like LaVar, I'm 'bout my paper
Bought my mom a crib where she got no neighbors
Ain't it slow for you hoe niggas when I ball
I told you I would ball, nigga, didn't I ball?
And I might not see you later
And hear my prayer
God, let me ball
[Verse 2]
Ball, please, that's all I need
Okay, for real, for real
I need to chill and kill it back-to-back like Drizzy Mill
With Miley Cyrus dissin' rap and twerkin' ass like Hank Hill
And then I'm s'posed to act like I can take it as a joke
Be hearin' sly shit from the nervous white folks
Don't trip, I like those that don't trip about my skin, or my lips, or my gold
'Cause when ET phone home, he call me like "hold on"
I came back to pick my mans up, plan to jump another planet
God let me ball, God let me Andre the Giant
Chokeslam the rap game, I'm so damn defiant
'Cause I'm gettin' high and I'm not bein' violent (swish)
Whatever, man (bitch)
I gotta get my shit together man
Predict the rain like the weatherman
Predict them days gettin' better, man (nah, we got this)
God let me ball, God let me ball
[Chorus]
Ball, get a crib that's high as a scraper
Ball like a Laker, fuck the Lakers
Ball like LaVar, I'm 'bout my paper
Bought my mom a crib where she got no neighbors
Ain't it slow for you hoe niggas when I ball
I told you I would ball, nigga, didn't I ball?
And I might not see you later
And hear my prayer
God, let me ball
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