My Ball

Lyrics

(You can ask Bigg Cuz) Ay Ken in this Ay [Verse 1] Ooh, like, I need a real eater, like he Pac-Man Still keepin' bitches on they toes like they tap dance Man, I'm so in love with bands like a rock fan That's why I gotta keep that drum on me, Led Zeppelin (Ay) Real ho gettin', ho switchin', but I'm low with it You all in yo' feelings, mad about me, bet yo' ho get it Dropped it on some cutesy, dainty shit, now the wrist hittin' Bitches throwin' shots, but I ain't catch it like I'm babysittin' Drunk as fuck, me doin' whatever on a Monday Every day my weekend, every day my Sunday Every day I'm rich, everyday feel like a birthday And everyday you mad 'cause every day for you a work day and no shade Bitches always talkin' 'cause that low pay And okay, bitches need a tutor 'cause they low grade And no way, bitches say they better than me, stop playin' Bitches always think they bigger than the program (Ay) [Chorus] Still screamin', "Fuck my ex!" (Fuck 'em!), know I got 'em stressed Know I got 'em (Grr), know I got 'em pressed (Yeah) Slidin' down a wall, clinchin' on they chest (Ooh) Thought he was my ball, put 'em through the net Still screamin', "Fuck my ex!" (Fuck 'em!), know I got 'em stressed Know I got 'em (Grr), know I got 'em pressed (Yeah) Slidin' down a wall, clinchin' on they chest (Ooh) Thought he was my ball, put 'em through the net (Ay) [Verse 2] Life's good 'cause it's better when you richer Had to ditch my old nigga, went and got me somethin' bigger (somethin' bigger) And I'm the gold, I can't be no golddigger Ay, it's money on my line, I can't answer to no nigga In this water like a damn fish, like a damn snitch Niggas actin' like some damn hoes, like a damn bitch Love my blood like a damn flea, like a damn tick Ask my babies, I'm a damn P, I'm the damn shit I'm so damn fine, I'm so damn lit Should be a damn crime, I'm so damn thick Better watch the way you talkin', you can be a damn lick, boo Me and my ho just broke up, let's take a trip, boo I stay flyin' out of Bush, you would think that shit a hobby All these niggas is a joke, I can be they Margot Robbie Even though he ain't my nigga, he still give that slow and sloppy Know he been waitin', now I'm single, baby, call me (ay) [Chorus] Still screamin', "Fuck my ex!" (Fuck 'em!), know I got 'em stressed Know I got 'em (Grr), know I got 'em pressed (Yeah) Slidin' down a wall, clinchin' on they chest (Ooh) Thought he was my ball, put 'em through the net Still screamin', "Fuck my ex!" (Fuck 'em!), know I got 'em stressed Know I got 'em (Grr), know I got 'em pressed (Yeah) Slidin' down a wall, clinchin' on they chest Thought he was my ball, put 'em through the net