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(feat. Kendrick Lamar) [Intro: Dom Kennedy] We ball, we drink Fuck hoes, rock mink New watch, gold links She going down, no teeth [Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] LA, that's me You wanna meet somebody, ask me You wanna see somebody, ask me Ay, I tell her let's get in the back seat Yo crew, last week My niggas, mad deep My bitch, bad piece Yo bitch, got bad feet I pray to God, I never flop I get a loft, a better spot Another Rollie, a better watch I get a plane, and then a yacht And my haters, let 'em watch Line 'em up, give 'em shots Don't save 'em, just let 'em drop They said I'd never make it to the top But we ball, take shots SongtexteI won another, it don't stop Ya big mouth, a big Glock I love you all, fuck the cops [Bridge: x8] We ball, bust shots [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Okay, I'm riding through Leimert, my tires in reverse I'm lost but I know this foreign navigation works I made a right on King, I seen a couple skirts I said "bitch get in but dust them sandals off first" Okay, I'm doing 105 on 105 Witnesses had said they seen a ball of fire Bitch I'm tryna president at Jive while you talking jive All these presidents, won't be surprised if one came alive I only fuck with playas and pimps nigga You a created player like Sims nigga My cup be filled up to the brim nigga Yo bitch fixing her make-up in my rims nigga You just target practice Everybody say they seen it but nobody know what happened What happened yesterday baby girl fix your mood Cause I don't like my head with some attitude And I don't like your legs 'less they at the roof Pedicure toward the ceiling, mollys in the cabinet too Pop, pop, pop, popping pussy rather casual Section 80 paid me ho so this is what I had to do Ball, I ball Iphone, million dollar missed calls I hit the bank, withdrawals I make her plank, with no drawls Mothafucka I ball [Outro: Ric Flair] Just dying for me to go... Woo! Aus Songtexte Mania