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DC The Don - Ball Player Lyrics




(You know this beat is worth a f*cking kilo)
(Trademark) yeah

I'm a ball player
Feel like Shaq and Kobe Bean on the Lakers
It's all fun, baby, peewee going major
Ridin' through LA, I feel like I'm the mayor
Midwest nigga getting motherf*cking paper
In the back of the party with some slayers
Bro, look at all these
Hatin'-ass niggas, yeah, they hate us
I see you fake
You should come with a disclaimer lil' bro
Get off your ass and go
Get your ass some paper (yeah)
Motherf*cker, I am a rager
Collin Sexton mood, I'm Young Bull
It's gettin' dangerous (Gang)
Baby, this shit'll never change us
My new house so big
I can't see the f*ckin' neighbors
Ah, yeah, ghetto niggas making it major
Ah, yeah, tell that nigga he gotta pay up
Ah, yeah, shorty said this shit like a layup
Ah, yeah, tell my mama we on the way up
(Ooh oh)

Ayy, pick up the phone
We need to talk already
Tell my mama we gon' ball
Already, yeah, woah, woah, woah
Kill my superstitions, I need
Some restrictions, girl
You know that hurt my soul
(And I made another one, baby, yeah, yeah
Yeah) kill my superstitions, I need
Some restrictions, girl
You know that hurt my soul
A little bit, but not only a little bit
I see you in the back of
The car, got a smile on
On some jealous shit
Got a hole inside of my heart, it's so large
Y'all gotta come feel this shit
Yeah, Bob the Builder, break
Her back out, girl, i'm drillin' it
Blink 182 AM, so high, and girl
I'm feeling this
Girl, I've been trying to do no wrong, no
I ain't villainous
This world is not my home
It's filled with wickedness
And I've been so low, it's ridiculous
I can barely use my words, I'm not a lyricist
Remember aunt called me
Aunt called me and said the realist shit
She said, "Boy, if you ain't dead
You better kill this shit"
"And just promise if you do it
You do it and keep your diligence"
"And your head stay solid, little nigga
Your family militant"
Oh, if I don't go right, then I'ma go left
I swear I'll never change, I'm lil' Daij
I'm unimpressed
You don't like the way I move and shit
I wish that was expressed
Should've called back on my phone when
I wish that was addressed
Hard body, smooth move, hypnotized
Now she possessed
Tryna go back to that fire in the wild
Wild west good morning, wake up
You've been sleeping in a f*cking mess
I can't feel, I can't feel
They're moving all around
They can't seem to stay still
But my energy's so low, I can't kill
I can't kill
It's not true what they say, pain kills
Pain kills if I go out today
At least I'm going out real
Take you out, take you out, take you out
Take you out try me, try me
Dej Loaf in my blood, I hope a nigga try me
And everybody the same
That mean the world save me
Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em
Lil' bro need a way
He finna go and ho something
I told him use the plan B, but he don't know
I can't tell him
He said get rich or die trying
I can't even blame the old fella
He can't even hang with the guys
So he had to propel 'em
They can't even open they
Eyes 'cause these streets, shit compel 'em
They been out trappin' for
Days, working hard, you gon' smell 'em
Mmm, mmm, mmm, who the f*ck gon' tell 'em?
That ain't the way to live, my nigga
Move right and stay mellow
Wait, I can't trust a soul
You couldn't save me my family did me dirty
How the f*ck you finna fake me?
Ayy, beat his ass for talking, wait
Put his ass on Say Cheese
Your heart is split in two, mine too, girl
Come and trade me bless me, I'm messy, yeah
You can never blame me
I'm feeling sentimental
Ain't nobody try to save me
Now I'm swerving in that Lambo, wait
This shit getting spacey
And my chopper gettin' nasty
Let me take this bitch off safety
How I wake up in the morning?
How I wake up in the morning?
Do you feel me? I know you gotta feel me
Banana clip, GG, my shades on
I did 'em filthy
I've been trippin' for the last three years
This ain't the real me
I've been talkin' multi-million dollar deals
Since the little me
Gotta shoot me with a god gun
My complex been feelin' me
'Cause I don't think that man make a
F*cking gun that can kill me

I'm a ball player
Feel like Shaq and Kobe Bean on the Lakers
It's all fun, baby, peewee going major
Ridin' through LA, I feel like I'm the mayor
Midwest nigga getting motherf*cking paper
In the back of the party with some slayers
Bro, look at all these
Hatin'-ass niggas, yeah, they hate us
I see you fake
You should come with a disclaimer lil' bro
Get off your ass and go
Get your ass some paper (yeah)
Motherf*cker, I am a rager
Collin Sexton mood, I'm Young Bull
It's gettin' dangerous (Gang)
Baby, this shit'll never change us
My new house so big
I can't see the f*ckin' neighbors
Ah, yeah, ghetto niggas making it major
Ah, yeah, tell that nigga he gotta pay up
Ah, yeah, shorty said this shit like a layup
Ah, yeah, tell my mama we on the way up

Hi, baby, it's your mommy calling you
Just calling to see what you were doing
I know you probably
At the studio or still sleeping
Just wanted you to know, baby
That I'm so very, very proud of you
And all that you doing
You are a great inspiration to many people
And you know
I just wanted to let you know that I love you
I was thinking about you and, um
Mom, let me speak to my brother
Hold on Zach, I'm on this voice mail
He's not answering call me when you get up
And do not be speeding
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(You know this beat is worth a f*cking kilo)
(Trademark) yeah

I'm a ball player
Feel like Shaq and Kobe Bean on the Lakers
It's all fun, baby, peewee going major
Ridin' through LA, I feel like I'm the mayor
Midwest nigga getting motherf*cking paper
In the back of the party with some slayers
Bro, look at all these
Hatin'-ass niggas, yeah, they hate us
I see you fake
You should come with a disclaimer lil' bro
Get off your ass and go
Get your ass some paper (yeah)
Motherf*cker, I am a rager
Collin Sexton mood, I'm Young Bull
It's gettin' dangerous (Gang)
Baby, this shit'll never change us
My new house so big
I can't see the f*ckin' neighbors
Ah, yeah, ghetto niggas making it major
Ah, yeah, tell that nigga he gotta pay up
Ah, yeah, shorty said this shit like a layup
Ah, yeah, tell my mama we on the way up
(Ooh oh)

Ayy, pick up the phone
We need to talk already
Tell my mama we gon' ball
Already, yeah, woah, woah, woah
Kill my superstitions, I need
Some restrictions, girl
You know that hurt my soul
(And I made another one, baby, yeah, yeah
Yeah) kill my superstitions, I need
Some restrictions, girl
You know that hurt my soul
A little bit, but not only a little bit
I see you in the back of
The car, got a smile on
On some jealous shit
Got a hole inside of my heart, it's so large
Y'all gotta come feel this shit
Yeah, Bob the Builder, break
Her back out, girl, i'm drillin' it
Blink 182 AM, so high, and girl
I'm feeling this
Girl, I've been trying to do no wrong, no
I ain't villainous
This world is not my home
It's filled with wickedness
And I've been so low, it's ridiculous
I can barely use my words, I'm not a lyricist
Remember aunt called me
Aunt called me and said the realist shit
She said, "Boy, if you ain't dead
You better kill this shit"
"And just promise if you do it
You do it and keep your diligence"
"And your head stay solid, little nigga
Your family militant"
Oh, if I don't go right, then I'ma go left
I swear I'll never change, I'm lil' Daij
I'm unimpressed
You don't like the way I move and shit
I wish that was expressed
Should've called back on my phone when
I wish that was addressed
Hard body, smooth move, hypnotized
Now she possessed
Tryna go back to that fire in the wild
Wild west good morning, wake up
You've been sleeping in a f*cking mess
I can't feel, I can't feel
They're moving all around
They can't seem to stay still
But my energy's so low, I can't kill
I can't kill
It's not true what they say, pain kills
Pain kills if I go out today
At least I'm going out real
Take you out, take you out, take you out
Take you out try me, try me
Dej Loaf in my blood, I hope a nigga try me
And everybody the same
That mean the world save me
Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em
Lil' bro need a way
He finna go and ho something
I told him use the plan B, but he don't know
I can't tell him
He said get rich or die trying
I can't even blame the old fella
He can't even hang with the guys
So he had to propel 'em
They can't even open they
Eyes 'cause these streets, shit compel 'em
They been out trappin' for
Days, working hard, you gon' smell 'em
Mmm, mmm, mmm, who the f*ck gon' tell 'em?
That ain't the way to live, my nigga
Move right and stay mellow
Wait, I can't trust a soul
You couldn't save me my family did me dirty
How the f*ck you finna fake me?
Ayy, beat his ass for talking, wait
Put his ass on Say Cheese
Your heart is split in two, mine too, girl
Come and trade me bless me, I'm messy, yeah
You can never blame me
I'm feeling sentimental
Ain't nobody try to save me
Now I'm swerving in that Lambo, wait
This shit getting spacey
And my chopper gettin' nasty
Let me take this bitch off safety
How I wake up in the morning?
How I wake up in the morning?
Do you feel me? I know you gotta feel me
Banana clip, GG, my shades on
I did 'em filthy
I've been trippin' for the last three years
This ain't the real me
I've been talkin' multi-million dollar deals
Since the little me
Gotta shoot me with a god gun
My complex been feelin' me
'Cause I don't think that man make a
F*cking gun that can kill me

I'm a ball player
Feel like Shaq and Kobe Bean on the Lakers
It's all fun, baby, peewee going major
Ridin' through LA, I feel like I'm the mayor
Midwest nigga getting motherf*cking paper
In the back of the party with some slayers
Bro, look at all these
Hatin'-ass niggas, yeah, they hate us
I see you fake
You should come with a disclaimer lil' bro
Get off your ass and go
Get your ass some paper (yeah)
Motherf*cker, I am a rager
Collin Sexton mood, I'm Young Bull
It's gettin' dangerous (Gang)
Baby, this shit'll never change us
My new house so big
I can't see the f*ckin' neighbors
Ah, yeah, ghetto niggas making it major
Ah, yeah, tell that nigga he gotta pay up
Ah, yeah, shorty said this shit like a layup
Ah, yeah, tell my mama we on the way up

Hi, baby, it's your mommy calling you
Just calling to see what you were doing
I know you probably
At the studio or still sleeping
Just wanted you to know, baby
That I'm so very, very proud of you
And all that you doing
You are a great inspiration to many people
And you know
I just wanted to let you know that I love you
I was thinking about you and, um
Mom, let me speak to my brother
Hold on Zach, I'm on this voice mail
He's not answering call me when you get up
And do not be speeding
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Writer: BENJAMIN FALIK, BLAKE STRAUS, DAIJON DAVIS, HAKEEM AUGUSTIN, TYLER MALINE
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave

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