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Basketball
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Past 7 Days
Basketball was discovered most frequently at around 2 minutes and 10 seconds into the song during the past week

Lyrics

Free all my **** I'm sittin back and wishing they were here
Bro left the crib with the Drake wit em since then nothing was the same
Said roll another one thats idle and I'm tryns feel the pain
Pour all my problems in this pint I'm finna wash it with the drank
Bro won a title with that iron he wont a fighter but hes a tank
Been a whole hour brodie aint tired of swiping powder off that sink
In the trap with a towel over his face, look like taliban
I reached when he walked up on me thought it wasnt safe and damn near popped a fan
Look like he popped a xan cant comprehend he going in and out
Go long for the pape like its football but we go on different routes
Everytime we hit a drought up in the North we goin to the South
Send em in a couple quick bands it aint nun wipe it out
Can't do no bidness with no petty bitch gotta watch em cuz they flaw
Cant give these burners back you play for keeps when coppin thats the law
We hang with hoopers on and off the court aint talkin Basketball
sat back and waited use to play the curb and now we talkin off
Bro having pape from all the shit he gettin off but now chainlink fence for fuckin wit the fentanyl
still in disbelief with brodie why the fuck you into that
And how the fuck you gettin bagged and I still ain't get a call
We was just all tryna get out Spazz and now its free em all
How the fuck we go from all laughs to tryna reinact
At the teller fillin up them bags with hella greenbacks
and these **** tellin so don't even ask where them feins at
Free all my **** I'm sittin back and wishing they were here
Bro left the crib with the Drake wit em since then nothing was the same
Said roll another one thats idle and I'm tryns feel the pain
Pour all my problems in this pint I'm finna wash it with the drank
Bro won a title with that iron he wont a fighter but hes a tank
Been a whole hour brodie aint tired of swiping powder off that sink
In the trap with a towel over his face, look like taliban
I reached when he walked up on me thought it wasnt safe and damn near popped a fan
Look like he popped a xan cant comprehend he going in and out
Go long for the pape like its football but we go on different routes
Everytime we hit a drought up in the North we goin to the South
Send em in a couple quick bands it aint nun wipe it out
Can't do no bidness with no petty bitch gotta watch em cuz they flaw
Cant give these burners back you play for keeps when coppin thats the law
We hang with hoopers on and off the court aint talkin Basketball
sat back and waited use to play the curb and now we talkin off
Written by: James Wells
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