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YungManny – All My Guys Are Ballers lyrics
[Chorus]
All my guys they are ballers
All my guys they are ballers (Uh uh)
All my guys they are ballers (Uh uh)
All my guys they are ballers (Uh uh)
I believe I can fly (Uh uh)
So my guys they are ballers (Uh uh)
All my guys they are ballers (Uh uh)
All my guys they are ballers (Uh)
Gang
[Verse 1]
Yeah, watch how I shoot (Uh uh)
Watch how I shoot (Uh uh)
Watch how I shoot
I got your girlfriend off that boot (Uh uh), ya dig
Hey Manny (Uh uh uh) Hey Boog, hey foo l (Uh)
And I still walk down with the stick
I just got out of school baby, now it’s click time
I'ma take your shoes say that I can’t fit mine (Uh uh)
I’m lying, they fit perfect
I cannot wife you, it ain’t worth it (Uh uh)
Pots and the pans I’m a good chef (Uh)
.30 with me I’m the hood Steph (Uh)
Spin an opp block, who’s hood next? (Uh)
Guess who? It’s yours! Ha ha ha
EE-Ahh-Ooh
I’m kicking that work like I’m Freddie Adu
The chopper gonna bless you, achoo
My African baby cooking pepper soup
Your name is Toby, Roots
Baby play the flute
I'm a keep spinning till your mother move
She Thomas the Train, bet I make her choo
Grab a knife to your goodman eye
You son in the oven, chicken pot pie (Uh uh)
Watch how I slide
Walk down boy, I don’t do drive-by
Stomp on his grave like the Pixar eye (Uh uh)
We gonna slide and you know it
I’m sick I need some Motrin
Walk on your house bet I take your lotion (Uh uh)
Turn where you live to a haunted house
Hop out, I'm a throw rocks at your momma house (at yo momma house)
She call yo daddy
It’s too late boy, we at your grandma house (Yeah)
Daddy’s home I'm a take your kids
I’m not God but I’ll take your rib
Glock to the baby’s chest like a bib
Put a bomb in a newborn crib (Uh uh) Ya dig?
You the bid like Ja' Rule
I drown like 6 kids in my pool
My sugar mom pick me up from my school (Uh)
Tsamina mina eh, eh
Put the chopper to his face
Tsamina mina, zangalewa
My shooter from Africa
[Chorus]
All my guys they are ballers (Uh hey!)
All my guys they are ballers (Uh hey!)
All my guys they are ballers (Uh hey!)
All my guys they are ballers (Uh hey!)
All my guys they are ballers (Uh hey!)
All my guys they are ballers (Uh hey!)
All my guys they are ballers (Uh hey!)
All with me they are ballers (Uh hey!)
[Outro]
Gang gang gang
Gang gang gang
All my guys they are ballers
All my guys they are ballers (Uh uh)
All my guys they are ballers (Uh uh)
All my guys they are ballers (Uh uh)
I believe I can fly (Uh uh)
So my guys they are ballers (Uh uh)
All my guys they are ballers (Uh uh)
All my guys they are ballers (Uh)
Gang
[Verse 1]
Yeah, watch how I shoot (Uh uh)
Watch how I shoot (Uh uh)
Watch how I shoot
I got your girlfriend off that boot (Uh uh), ya dig
Hey Manny (Uh uh uh) Hey Boog, hey foo l (Uh)
And I still walk down with the stick
I just got out of school baby, now it’s click time
I'ma take your shoes say that I can’t fit mine (Uh uh)
I’m lying, they fit perfect
I cannot wife you, it ain’t worth it (Uh uh)
Pots and the pans I’m a good chef (Uh)
.30 with me I’m the hood Steph (Uh)
Spin an opp block, who’s hood next? (Uh)
Guess who? It’s yours! Ha ha ha
EE-Ahh-Ooh
I’m kicking that work like I’m Freddie Adu
The chopper gonna bless you, achoo
My African baby cooking pepper soup
Your name is Toby, Roots
Baby play the flute
I'm a keep spinning till your mother move
She Thomas the Train, bet I make her choo
Grab a knife to your goodman eye
You son in the oven, chicken pot pie (Uh uh)
Watch how I slide
Walk down boy, I don’t do drive-by
Stomp on his grave like the Pixar eye (Uh uh)
We gonna slide and you know it
I’m sick I need some Motrin
Walk on your house bet I take your lotion (Uh uh)
Turn where you live to a haunted house
Hop out, I'm a throw rocks at your momma house (at yo momma house)
She call yo daddy
It’s too late boy, we at your grandma house (Yeah)
Daddy’s home I'm a take your kids
I’m not God but I’ll take your rib
Glock to the baby’s chest like a bib
Put a bomb in a newborn crib (Uh uh) Ya dig?
You the bid like Ja' Rule
I drown like 6 kids in my pool
My sugar mom pick me up from my school (Uh)
Tsamina mina eh, eh
Put the chopper to his face
Tsamina mina, zangalewa
My shooter from Africa
[Chorus]
All my guys they are ballers (Uh hey!)
All my guys they are ballers (Uh hey!)
All my guys they are ballers (Uh hey!)
All my guys they are ballers (Uh hey!)
All my guys they are ballers (Uh hey!)
All my guys they are ballers (Uh hey!)
All my guys they are ballers (Uh hey!)
All with me they are ballers (Uh hey!)
[Outro]
Gang gang gang
Gang gang gang
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