Ball 2
They ain't really know what we was going through
Why you had to tell me I was gone lose?
Why you told your friends that I dogged you?
How I'm telling lies, but this all true
VVS's litty and they all blue
I bought that Richard Mille, it was all you
You say you miss me but I ain't gone call you
You see me trick and you just wanna ball too
This a 488, it ain't got no roof
I bought myself the Wraith so I could show you
I knew your life would change, you ain't the old you
I brought you to the bank and what I told you
She a soul snatcher, but that hoe ratchet
In me no capping, I got no malice
Niggas mad and they act like some old rappers
Take 500 blasting, we all tote hammers
Better beat the pot like Michael taught you
All this pain I got, but it's my fault too
I knew you was a thot the day I saw you
It was way too easy just to sauce you
We was flipping P's and serving dog food
Now they pay a fee for me to walk through
I knew I had to leave but it was hard to
I just needed somebody to talk to
They ain't really know what we was going through
Why you had to tell me I was gone lose?
Why you told your friends that I dogged you?
How I'm telling lies, but this all true
VVS's litty and they all blue
I bought that Richard Mille, it was all you
You say you miss me but I ain't gone call you
You see me trick and you just wanna ball too
You see me trick and you just wanna ball too
You see me trick and you just wanna ball too
You see me trick and you just wanna ball too
You see me trick and you just wanna ball too
Why you had to tell me I was gone lose?
Why you told your friends that I dogged you?
How I'm telling lies, but this all true
VVS's litty and they all blue
I bought that Richard Mille, it was all you
You say you miss me but I ain't gone call you
You see me trick and you just wanna ball too
This a 488, it ain't got no roof
I bought myself the Wraith so I could show you
I knew your life would change, you ain't the old you
I brought you to the bank and what I told you
She a soul snatcher, but that hoe ratchet
In me no capping, I got no malice
Niggas mad and they act like some old rappers
Take 500 blasting, we all tote hammers
Better beat the pot like Michael taught you
All this pain I got, but it's my fault too
I knew you was a thot the day I saw you
It was way too easy just to sauce you
We was flipping P's and serving dog food
Now they pay a fee for me to walk through
I knew I had to leave but it was hard to
I just needed somebody to talk to
They ain't really know what we was going through
Why you had to tell me I was gone lose?
Why you told your friends that I dogged you?
How I'm telling lies, but this all true
VVS's litty and they all blue
I bought that Richard Mille, it was all you
You say you miss me but I ain't gone call you
You see me trick and you just wanna ball too
You see me trick and you just wanna ball too
You see me trick and you just wanna ball too
You see me trick and you just wanna ball too
You see me trick and you just wanna ball too
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Errar
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