Magic Ball Like Us Lyrics

White Eyes Track Listing
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 War
  • 3 Hustler
  • 4 What U Gonna Do
  • 5 Creepers
  • 6 I'll Be There
  • 7 What Up Then
  • 8 Shake A Little Something
  • 9 Fire
  • 10 Good Life
  • 11 What
  • 12 With You
  • 13 Friday
  • 14 Ball Like Us
  • 15 Never Slippin'
  • 16 Smoke On
  • 17 Forgive Us
  • 18 Outro
  • (*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)

    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


    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


    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] Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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