"I Gotta Ball" lyrics

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Hey mom
Hey bob
Hey God, hey God

Real nigga Tamar Braxton
I gotta ball Samuel L Jackson
All of my bars could be a caption
This is a Moncler this not from PacSun
In school, I was barely even passing
I could multiply I couldn't do fractions
That's why I can't give her non of my backend
I gotta sh sh sh
I gotta shoot on these niggas John Paxson
God is my boast and I know they be asking
Said it four times I can't do no retractions
I'm with my Ghana girl we just relaxing
You were so cool in first grade what happened
These niggas lying to us they be capping
She think I'm black as hell like Michael Blackson
Cute as f- it's not Abercrombie fitch
I popped on the internet it's not a glitch
Just made my own lane and got my own niche
She steal all my swag it's okay I got more
I got a six-pack right out the door
My girlfriend cheated on me when I was four
What'd I expect lil girls' a whore