Songtext von Ball

I'm gon' ball on these hoes, Larry Bird Talkin' shit, you get hit, you out of words I ain't kickin' it, I kick you to the curb I get drunk then I talk with a slur Last night was a blur Almost crashed, had to skrt I ain't R Kelly, but bitch I'ma flirt Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami Surgeon Ray J with it, I'll hit a bitch first That bitch wanna fuck me, where? In the front seat Gun in my Givenchy, I gotta stay comfy I know they gon' hate me, yeah They gon' love me 2 Thousand on a sweater, bitch you know that you can't touch me Her contact name is vacuum bitch, cause I know she gon' suck me Don't know if I'm really handsome, cause the money hide the ugly She say she wanna cuddle, nah But I'll buy her a snuggie I'm sorry, I'm not sorry To this love shit I'm a zombie, yeah Pill pop, drugs, I'm a junky Spend my cash on Percocets, I may run out of money Say you wanna beef, nigga lemme know sumn' I don't throw hands, but that gun throw sumn' I'm gon' ball on these hoes, Larry Bird Talkin' shit, you get hit, you out of words I ain't kickin' it, I kick you to the curb I get drunk then I talk with a slur Last night was a blur Amost crashed, had to skrt I ain't R Kelly, but bitch I'ma flirt Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami Surgeon Ray J with it, I'll hit a bitch first