Lonzo Ball

Nessly

Nessly, and ZayTiggy yeah Nessly, and ZayTiggy yeah Freak ho, keep my address on the low I'm stressin', I put that on my soul She the reason I keep plastic on my sofa I keep the stick inside a safe behind a poster Yeah, rock band, I'mma buy a rock band I'm rockin' Raf Simmons bitch, I ain't Gene Simmons bitch Uh, all these hoes want to give me a kiss I don't trust a motherfuckin' soul, I keep my shit long distance Main bitch live in the past, main bitch live in the past Your main bitch live with her parents, man that bitch so embarrassin' Picked her up from her college, red Ferrari like Ferris I claimed your bitch on my taxes, the lil' bitch like a charity You gave her a ring but she wanna to marry me She wanna sing, told her come sign to me A box of Fergie, and a lot of codeine Whole lotta lean, whole lotta lean, whole lotta lean All this cash will fuck up your lil' self esteem You would get on one knee for that bitch, she get on two for me Leave the dealer with two Ferraris like it's buy one get one free Copped two, I ball like Lonzo, on Rodeo shooting threes Yeah, ball like I ain't got no bills, nah for real I ball like I ain't got no bills, nah for real Nah for real Lonzo Ball Like Lonzo Ball Big Ball, yeah, ayy Committing sins, I kill them down in Saint Laurent Since I was young I flipped that dough like Papa John's, yeah, yeah Red marinara Maserati on my way to Panera Bread I don't do no dodgeball in gym class but I'm dodging feds Put the seat back in the Porsche Panamera, look like an ostrich head Mad a good girl to a bad bitch, all she took was one percocet Private chef in the crib, privates in your bitch mouth Bitch say she wanna see a hundred grand, I'mma go and stick my wrist out Two bitches, one coming, one leaving, I'mma let these hoes switch out Four bands on a Montclair, all this ice made 'em think it's brick out Whole lotta lean, whole lotta lean, like I signed to Swisherhouse Fucked a rich bitch, she told me pick somethin' out And she don't come with benefits, I'mma call and dip Bitch I'm petty and I'm pretty, I'mma fuck her friend You gave her a ring but she wanna to marry me She wanna sing, told her come sign to me A box of Fergie, and a lot of codeine Whole lotta lean, whole lotta lean, whole lotta lean All this cash will fuck up your lil' self esteem You would get on one knee for that bitch, she get on two for me Leave the dealer with two Ferraris like it's buy one get one free Copped two, I ball like Lonzo, on Rodeo shooting threes Yeah, ball like I ain't got no bills, nah for real I ball like I ain't got no bills, nah for real Nah for real Lonzo Ball Like Lonzo Ball Big Ball, ayy

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