Ball Out Lyrics – Doeman
Singer: Doeman
Title: Ball Out
Barrio God, Southside of H-Town
Cyp you bodied this sh#t
She only rock designer got a Prada p#ss#
I be bottle poppin with the product pushers
Look f#ck with Dodi watch the vatos push up
Look Cyp a genius, vato watch him cook up
The top of the tipping point, I gotta get the coin
Which b#tch will I hit today, let me flip a coin
Mama had Hondas but now we tryin to sit in foreigns
We ain’t had fetti so now we gotta get it for em
I sit in Bentleys duckin penitentiaries
Young Shawn Carter, Dodi independent
b#tch I gotta get it, f#ck penny pinchin
I got a mind but the semi senseless
Hate on the kid cuz I’m lucrativе
Ludicrous, tootin & bootin sh#t, lootin & shootin sh#t
Too legit to acquit, cool with the hooligans
Who do thesе p#ss# rappers think they foolin with
Them vatos slide heavy , we thick in the A
Hoes be staring like it’s sh#t on our face
But they dont know Dodi the sh#t in the South
They dont know Cypress the sh#t in LA
Servin weight but the purpose great
Dodi special like a .38
From Southeast out to South Central
Big MG make the birdie bake
Watch how I pull up and pop out
Off that spinach like Popeye
She want that Fendi and Prada
b#tch do tricks, voila
I need the fetti b#tch f#ck all the feelings
No time for chillin hoe I gotta get it
Southside yeah we still the releast
Oh you had a run but that sh#t is finished
They want static let’s get it crackin
Drop bombs like I’m kin to Bin Laden
Top dawg b#tch I need a Patek
DYNA Records hoe I got it patented
Big Pun I’m a dawg I’m Latin
H-Town in this b#tch what’s happenin
West Coast East Los we active
We the fetti b#tch f#ck all that chattin
She was my b#tch she a thot now
We in Lennox bout to ball out
Work hard I’m a star now
J Hunna bring the car around
I’m in ATL tryin to make a sale
Can’t trust a b#tch cuz they be fake as hell
Everybody tough til they take a shell
I got hella bars tryin to make the bail
I’ve been ballin b#tches gotta stare
I’m with Flex coppin Cartiers
Scrapped lions and the hardest bears
Got a big garage four cars in there
I got it lit 4-5 on the hip
Big dawg I’m the sh#t
Dodi legit, take a risk get rich
He hatin, we f#cked on his b#tch
Watch how I pull up and pop out
Off that spinach like Popeye
She want that Fendi and Prada
b#tch do tricks, voila
I need the fetti b#tch f#ck all the feelings
No time for chillin hoe I gotta get it
Southside yeah we still the releast
Oh you had a run but that sh#t is finished
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