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Magic - Ball Like Us lyrics
(*talkin*) 0-1-2 baby, Ezell Swang and Suga Bear Here goes another one, and another one And another one, come on [Hook: Suga Bear & (Ezell Swang)] Everybody can't ball like me Hit the club with the click, and shot call like me (For real, all I wanna do is party ma I took a bottle to the head, so it's time to get on the flo' now) Everybody can't ball like me Hit the club with the click, and shot call like me (All the dranks, all the women With this tank around my neck, you know I'm walking screaming) [Magic] We like bragging, we like stunting We hit the club, and get the bitch jumping, ha Look, we like shining, teeth glistening So when we talking, a nigga listen, what Do you understand the words, coming out of my mouth Or are you too busy trying to copy cat, these boys from the South Look, we love Pac, cause we love thugging We love Biggie cause we love flossing, you heard me Who else come to the club, with twelve hoes Butt naked, showing ass and elbows Who else, keep a case of Crys in the car In case my head ain't right, I done bought out the bar Look, we love smoking, that poo-poo lala Only if it's fire, and guaranteed to get me higher Look, we bout trouble, we bout repping We love toting concealed weapons, you bout that nigga [Hook] [Magic] Look, we love hoes, we like ladies We like ready made families, hoes with three babies It's understood, we like a project chick I prefers her red and thick, oooh Check it, I like dubs, but we love dub deuces Anything smaller's, fucking useless We like representing, where we from We love hustling for the spoil of it, we love to be on the run You motherfuckers, can't ball like us Take a fall like us, and come back quick in a Nav truck We like cars, but we love trucks So we could pull up to the spot and, tell the hoes to load up We love being, in the VIP Cause we very important people, like you can't see that It doesn't matter, cause I'm still on top My pockets gon stay fat, nigga you can believe that [Hook] [Magic] Them boys from the South, got them golds in they mouth Snatching hoes from niggaz, is what they really about Spending cash is our stilo, ain't a thing gon change We from the swamps nigga, ten years of hell and gain [Hook] |
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