Babyface Ray Ron Artest Lyrics English Translation
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I have passed the ball
He never passed me the ball
I have passed the ball
Kobe passed me the ball and I shot a three
Niggas yellin' from the stands, watch what you sayin'
Blowin' peanut butter cookie with my cup like jam
Turn to a Warrior, put a dub on your head
You don't wanna work, put some drugs in your hand
In a 'vert, put a top on that bitch like a hoodie
Doin' top speed with my hands on her de ella goodies
Dirty-ass boy, why do I pop so muddy?
Got so much cheese, I ain't trust nobody
My mind fucked up, can't fuck with nobody
Dealin' with heartbreak, I don't love nobody
If you wanna make a couple racks, come with me
You ain't gotta slip, blue kit one-fifty
Up that bitch, niggas turn into Ricky
Turn up with a bag, niggas turnin' in gifty
Turn right around, I'm coming home wit it
It ain't 'bout guap, don't call my phone, nigga
Niggas real life dumb, I don't get along with it
Prolly gon' fuck if I'm left alone with her
I just can't pursue these rat-ass bitches 'cause they doing it for clout
Neighbors keep on peeking through their window 'cause I'm runnin' it up
Grab the Draco off the couch, yeah
I got mud in my ice tea
Rose gold on a white tee
I heard this bitch wanna fight me
Yeah, my bitches don't excite me
Right now, I'm courtside like Spike Lee
Gettin' rich off rap, man, life free
White lows, man I do 'em like twice a week
Pillow-talk to a rat then try and speak niggas weird
I'm fucked up, ate Perc' now I'm cured
Yeah, you in the streets but you lost, you a deer
Niggas writin' for a rap buzz, I don't care
Miss me with the rap shit, I was there
Live in the flesh, Ron Artest
Counted me out, came back, I'ma champ
She just wanna suck a nigga dry, she a vamp'
Told me fuck a new chair, I need a lamp
Ain't nobody else puttin' mine on the map
Free P, I'ma hold it down 'til he back
That nigga face trippin', goin' live in the trap
I got it right now, reportin' live with the racks
Ayy, free Ric, I'ma hold it down 'til he here
Fitty thousand on me, gettin' head in the Lear'
This the big jet, got a bed in the Lear'
Baby goin' crazy, me and Ced' in the chair
4 Pockets Full and they ain't CMG
Put the music to the sides, bitch, I'm signed to the streets
I'ma grind', stop bleed, never beg for what I need
Puppet dash strong, bitch, I'm lookin' for the beans
Ayy, I just touched down, yeah I'm lookin' for the lean
Callin' for the work, send the bookers to Alim
Thought I got 'em made but they really double Gs
You ain't never 'nough to fuck up a hundred Gs, nigga
Ayy, sometimes I feel left out
Two hundred thousand in the bed, still, I'm stressed out
Pssh, livin' legend, I'm blessed now, ayy
Still goin' through the trenches
Still yellin', 'Free my niggas'
Know she happy that I did it
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