Lyrics

Finally, I got them racks on me Ya bitch wanna tackle me But I need a badder b Bad bitch Finally, I got my knots up They wanna knock us Mad cause they not us Finally, Two three, Jordan, Balling Finally, Two three, Jordan, Balling Swish Balling like Spaulding Crowd been applauding Damn I feel like Waldo Tell me where the time go Too much drip, wet floor sign Hoe be cautious Too many broke hoes in here Make me nauseous Talk too much don't end up in that Coffin Leave you wet, leave you swimming With the dolphins She a gnat like mosquitoes get em off Me Too expensive don't be asking what It cost me I get paid to hit the club and do a Mic-check I know Haters super mad they don't Like that Fly might never never land feel like Mike Jack Treat that pussy just like Tina beat it Ima Ike that Finally, I got them racks on me Ya bitch wanna tackle me But I need a badder b Bad bitch Finally, I got my knots up They wanna knock us Mad cause they not us Finally, Two three, Jordan, Balling Finally, Two three, Jordan, Balling Swish New car smell but it ain't nothing New When we in Miami we stay at the Fontainebleau I just left a mortgage on a brand new Coupe Told security if a nigga try it Fuck around and shoot Out in a hurry Thirty rounds my nigga feel like Curry Off that dusse and that lemonade My eyesight kinda blurry When I wake up in the morning Gone be one hell of a story And I don't believe in fairy tails Don't believe in wishing wells Don't believe in wish or luck When I was down no one gave a Fuck, Now I'm up Finally, I got them racks on me Ya bitch wanna tackle me But I need a badder b Bad bitch Finally, I got my knots up They wanna knock us Mad cause they not us Finally, Two three, Jordan, Balling Finally, Two three, Jordan, Balling Swish
Writer(s): Don Poythress, Bryan Simpson, Brent Rupard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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