Ball Player (feat. Quavo)

Meek Mill

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    That, that, that, that, that, that be Maaly Raw!

    [Quavo]
    Pulled off in an Aston, ten hoes in a mansion
    Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic
    They don't wanna go to college but the brain intelligent
    Make me wanna do the Heisman when I drink the right medicine
    Ball player, ball player, crib in the Himalayas
    Put my bitch in the streets, you put your bitch on the shelves
    Big weight, fish scales, blue bird in the mail
    Feelin' like Blue's Clues, here come the mail, I wanna yell

    [Meek Mill]
    Yeah, fuck up a check (fuck it up)
    I might go flood the Patek
    I'm at the jeweler, 200 in cash
    I tell that nigga to bust at my neck
    I'm with your bitch and she bustin' it down
    Bustin' it open, we bustin' at necks
    I let it go when I bust in her mouth
    She come in the kitchen, you love her to death (ew)
    Kickin' that shit like Bruce Lee
    Zone, zone, zone, no 2, 3
    I won't fuck her sushi
    Stacking that paper like loose leaf
    Pull up in the hood, we too deep
    Big Maybach, like 'scuse me
    My friends dead like Uzi's
    I don't play with no goofies, hell no!

    [Quavo]
    Pulled off in an Aston, ten hoes in a mansion
    Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic
    They don't wanna go to college but the brain intelligent
    Make me wanna do the Heisman when I drink the right medicine
    Ball player, ball player, crib in the Himalayas
    Put my bitch in the streets, you put your bitch on the shelves
    Big weight, fish scales, blue bird in the mail
    Feelin' like Blue's Clues, here come the mail, I wanna yell

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    Pickin' up dope with the U-Haul (dope)
    Wrist cold like Utah (burr)
    Waterboy, foosball (water)
    Waterboy, foosball (let's go)
    I bet you niggas can't re-up (no)
    Swimmin' in dope to my knees up (dope)
    Migo gang, streets need us (gang)
    DreamChasers, streets need us
    Put that pot in that stove, watch it come back yay
    Keep your eye on that road, when you're pushin' yay
    Extra percent for my assassin
    Tell my shooters: Do 'em nasty
    No witness, no evidence (no evidence)
    Put 'em all in a casket

    Pulled off in an Aston, ten hoes in a mansion
    Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic
    They don't wanna go to college but their brain intelligent
    Make me wanna do the Heisman when I drink the right medicine
    Ball player, ball player, crib in the Himalayas
    Put my bitch in the streets, you put your bitch on the shelves
    Big weight, fish scales, blue bird in the mail
    Feelin' like Blue's Clues, here come the mail, I wanna yell

    Here come the mail, I wanna yell
    Here come the mail, I wanna yell
    Here come the mail, I wanna yell
    Here come the mail, I wanna yell

    [Meek Mill]
    Gang, gang, woo!
    Shipping them packs through the FedEx
    Send it, just give me ya address
    Handling shipping, we charge you
    Price up and down like it’s NASDAQ
    Scoop a supermodel in the Murcielago
    Hit her, make her take a cab back
    You put your bitch on shelf nigga
    I make my hoe bring that cash back
    Put that Pyrex on the stove
    Water whip, 28 jump, yeah
    Trap house boomin, Feds at the door
    Nigga like: What do they want?, yeah
    We shooting dice on a PJ
    I put ya bitch in a 3 way
    I hit her up for the replay
    And she bring it back like a DJ

    [Quavo]
    Pulled off in an Aston, ten hoes in a mansion
    Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic
    They don't wanna go to college but their brain intelligent
    Make me wanna do the Heisman when I drink the right medicine
    Ball player, ball player, crib in the Himalayas
    Put my bitch in the streets, you put your bitch on the shelves
    Big weight, fish scales, blue bird in the mail
    Feelin' like Blue's Clues, here come the mail, I wanna yell
    Pulled off in an Aston, ten hoes in a mansion
    Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic
    They don't wanna go to college but their brain intelligent
    Make me wanna do the Heisman when I drink the right medicine
    Ball player, ball player, crib in the Himalayas
    Put my bitch in the streets, you put your bitch on the shelves
    Big weight, fish scales, blue bird in the mail
    Feelin' like Blue's Clues, here come the mail, I wanna yell

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    Composición: Meek Mill, Migos y Jamaal Henry

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