Lucky Luciano - Bubble And Ball lyrics

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Lucky Luciano - Bubble And Ball lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Evil] Look baby, don't ask where we goin' We on GPS ma, we get chauffeured Never smoke stress, blowin' on potent You should see where I live girl, right by the ocean California, straight west coastin' 20's on the Bently, picture me rollin' Cherry in the swisha, what is you smokin'? Money in the bank, we fully focused I'm a thug momy, used to sell d** momy I ain't try'na break a bite, tell the fans homie 30 on the Breitling, 30 on the neckless 30 on the airplane, just touched down in Texas Baby I'm a outlaw, c**aine cowboy Got it for the low, [?] I'm just try'na pace while you workin' that basic In the streets or the bay got me trappin' in a maze [Hook: Baby Bash & Bruce Bang] I'mma do my duty, I'mma bubble and ball Oldest in the game so far [?] in the drop same color as a lollipop We gon' k** I'mma bubble and ball [Verse 2: Baby Bash] Rollin' with a Mexican not a Mexican Jeffy peanutbu*ter leather seats on some paint Dank in the turkey bag, cus' that sh** stank Ba** turned up, woofers blowin' up tanks And we can take a trip today, we can hit the bay Mac and with a little Dre up in the Chevrolet We can do this everyday, look at your diary Lookin' at my thang, got you wetter than some [?] Higher than a motherf**er millennium falcon You ain't talkin' dollars, patna mane I ain't talkin' I'mma keep walkin', bubble eye ballin' Straight coming up while I keep the pair rockin' [Hook] [Verse 3: Berner] Yeah, I'mma bubble and ball, don't [?] in my RAW Middle finger to the law, flyest thing you ever saw Old dirty ba*tards, cause baby I like it raw I love dime pieces and b**hes with pink feet And a hotel suite with two b**hes, I need three I like them easy, so quick to please me That can rock [?] in the kitchen and twist weed I got 'em bad b**hes and I [?] Said she need the dick so she flyin' here tomorrow I got an asian b**h with a brand new camera I like to f** the b**h but she straight as an arrow Bring new Louis and a punch of OG Ridin' slow, feelin' good, baby girl this codeine Got me feelin' like a man, tell me how you feelin' Me and my boys came here to make a k**in' They catching feelings [Hook] [Verse 4: Lucky Luciano] Call me luggy Louis, my lil lugage say Louis All about the goody, gettin' dollas is my duty I ball, did you notice? Pull up in a Lotus Sorta like a big deal, I autograph posters Posin', but I ain't got stage pride I just got a lot of ice, give you girl a lot of pipe I'm nice, crowd gettin' choosed when I walk in Me and Lil Evil go on beast up on 'em Count cash with Bash, boys make me laugh Promotin' fact swag with them tiny a** pants I'm a G, momy let me show you how I ball Take you to the mall and bought everything we saw Rollin' red paint and my seats bu*ter scotch H-Town, I don't run from nothin' but the cops From the bay to the LA, up to NYC I got boys shooked, try'na get like me [Hook x2]