Lyrics Dom Kennedy

Dom Kennedy

We Ball

We ball, we drink

Fuck hoes, rock mink

New watch, gold links

She going down, no teeth

LA, that's me

You wanna meet somebody, ask me

You wanna see somebody, ask me

Ay, I tell her let's get in the back seat

Yo crew, last week

My niggas, mad deep

My bitch, bad piece

Yo bitch, got bad feet

I pray to God, I never flop

I get a loft, a better spot

Another Rollie, a better watch

I get a plane, and then a yacht

And my haters, let 'em watch

Line 'em up, give 'em shots

Don't save 'em, just let 'em drop

They said I'd never make it to the top

But we ball, take shots

I won another, it don't stop

Ya big mouth, a big Glock

I love you all, fuck the cops

We ball, bust shots

Okay, I'm riding through Leimert, my tires in reverse

I'm lost but I know this foreign navigation works

I made a right on King, I seen a couple skirts

I said "bitch get in but dust them sandals off first"

Okay, I'm doing 105 on 105

Witnesses had said they seen a ball of fire

Bitch I'm tryna president at Jive while you talking jive

All these presidents, won't be surprised if one came alive

I only fuck with playas and pimps nigga

You a created player like Sims nigga

My cup be filled up to the brim nigga

Yo bitch fixing her make-up in my rims nigga

You just target practice

Everybody say they seen it but nobody know what happened

What happened yesterday baby girl fix your mood

Cause I don't like my head with some attitude

And I don't like your legs 'less they at the roof

Pedicure toward the ceiling, mollys in the cabinet too

Pop, pop, pop, popping pussy rather casual

Section 80 paid me ho so this is what I had to do

Ball, I ball

Iphone, million dollar missed calls

I hit the bank, withdrawals

I make her plank, with no drawls

Mothafucka I ball

Just dying for me to go... Woo!