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Meek Mill - Ball Player (feat. Quavo) [OFFICIAL AUDIO]
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실연 아티스트
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
보컬
Maaly Raw
Maaly Raw
프로그래밍
Quavo
Quavo
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Jamaal Henry
Jamaal Henry
송라이터
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
송라이터
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
책임 프로듀서
Maaly Raw
Maaly Raw
프로듀서
Ryan Jumper
Ryan Jumper
어시스턴트 믹싱 엔지니어
James "Jayme Be" Belt
James "Jayme Be" Belt
어시스턴트 엔지니어
William Dougan
William Dougan
어시스턴트 엔지니어
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
책임 프로듀서
Miles Walker
Miles Walker
믹싱 엔지니어
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
엔지니어
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
마스터링 엔지니어

가사

That, that, that, that, that, that be Maaly Raw! Pulled off in an Aston, ten hoes in a mansion Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic They don't wanna go to college but the brain intelligent Make me wanna do the Heisman when I drink the right medicine Ball player, ball player, crib in the Himalayas Put my bitch in the streets, you put your bitch on the shelves Big weight, fish scales, blue bird in the mail Feelin' like Blue's Clues, here come the mail, I wanna yell Yeah, fuck up a check (fuck it up) I might go flood the Patek I'm at the jeweler, 200 in cash I tell that nigga to bust at my neck I'm with your bitch and she bustin' it down Bustin' it open, we bustin' at necks I let it go when I bust in her mouth She come in the kitchen, you love her to death (ew) Kickin' that shit like Bruce Lee Zone, zone, zone, no two, three I won't fuck her sushi Stacking that paper like loose leaf Pull up in the hood, we too deep Big Maybach, like 'scuse me My friends dead like Uzi's I don't play with no goofies, hell no! Pulled off in an Aston, ten hoes in a mansion Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic They don't wanna go to college but the brain intelligent Make me wanna do the Heisman when I drink the right medicine Ball player, ball player, crib in the Himalayas Put my bitch in the streets, you put your bitch on the shelves Big weight, fish scales, blue bird in the mail Feelin' like Blue's Clues, here come the mail, I wanna yell Pickin' up dope with the U-Haul (dope) Wrist cold like Utah (burr) Waterboy, foosball (water) Waterboy, foosball (let's go) I bet you niggas can't re-up (no) Swimmin' in dope to my knees up (dope) Migo gang, streets need us DreamChasers, streets need us Put that pot in that stove, watch it come back yay Keep your eye on that road, when you're pushin' yay Extra percent for my assassin Tell my shooters, "Do 'em nasty" No witness, no evidence (no evidence) Put 'em all in a casket Pulled off in an Aston, ten hoes in a mansion Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic They don't wanna go to college but their brain intelligent Make me wanna do the Heisman when I drink the right medicine Ball player, ball player, crib in the Himalayas Put my bitch in the streets, you put your bitch on the shelves Big weight, fish scales, blue bird in the mail Feelin' like Blue's Clues, here come the mail, I wanna yell Here come the mail, I wanna yell Here come the mail, I wanna yell Here come the mail, I wanna yell Here come the mail, I wanna yell Gang, gang, woo! Shipping them packs through the FedEx Send it, just give me ya address Handling shipping, we charge you Price up and down like it's NASDAQ Scoop a supermodel in the Murcielago Hit her, make her take a cab back You put your bitch on shelf nigga I make my hoe bring that cash back Put that Pyrex on the stove Water whip, 28 jump, yeah Trap house boomin', Feds at the door Nigga like, "What do they want?", Yeah We shooting dice on a PJ I put ya bitch in a threeway I hit her up for the replay And she bring it back like a DJ Pulled off in an Aston, ten hoes in a mansion Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic They don't wanna go to college but their brain intelligent Make me wanna do the Heisman when I drink the right medicine Ball player, ball player, crib in the Himalayas Put my bitch in the streets, you put your bitch on the shelves Big weight, fish scales, blue bird in the mail Feelin' like Blue's Clues, here come the mail, I wanna yell Pulled off in an Aston, ten hoes in a mansion Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic They don't wanna go to college but their brain intelligent Make me wanna do the Heisman when I drink the right medicine Ball player, ball player, crib in the Himalayas Put my bitch in the streets, you put your bitch on the shelves Big weight, fish scales, blue bird in the mail Feelin' like Blue's Clues, here come the mail, I wanna yell
Writer(s): Robert Williams, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Jamaal Talib Henry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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