Like a Baller

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She wonder why I never call her
I never call her,
I never call her,
but I’mma holler like a baller

I drink a beer for breakfast, a whiskey for dessert
lil’ bit of liquor disappearing like a wizard
that right there could make a sane man berserk
no prob, gotta cold bottle on the reserves
dreams of fucking an R&B bitch
woke up in the morning like, “I outta be rich”
ya’ll listening to that? it outta be this
black sheep drinking Cooks it outta be Crys
that’s deep as a valley girl, sound so shallow
with my Autotune shit on ya channel
when i really wanna cop a cruise ship
cuz i flow like swimming in the sea no paddle

oh my i’ve gone overboard
and i’m drowning don’t i know it lord
now but i won’t fall i’m going hard
i can walk on water showing off
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yeah and not get wet, no matter how many
mack-10’s ya’ll spit to defend ya’ll set
i’mma end ya’ll with, a school yard dream
of a mid-west bamma with a New York swing
like Babe Ruth, his dream came true
cuz he believed and you can do the same too
ya see, the closer ya get to ya dream
the further away it seems, i’m so close…

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