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Paroles de la chanson Ron Artest par Babyface Ray
"He passed me the ball, yeah, he never passes me the ball
And he passed me the ball
Kobe passed me the ball and I shot a three, yeah
Yeah
[Babyface Ray]
Niggas yelling through the stands, watch what you saying
Blowing peanut butter cookie with my cup like jam (Perc)
Turn to a Warrior, put a dub on your head
You don't wanna work, put some drugs in his hand (Yeah)
In a vert, put a top on that bitch like a hoodie (Melo)
And he passed me the ball
Kobe passed me the ball and I shot a three, yeah
Yeah
[Babyface Ray]
Niggas yelling through the stands, watch what you saying
Blowing peanut butter cookie with my cup like jam (Perc)
Turn to a Warrior, put a dub on your head
You don't wanna work, put some drugs in his hand (Yeah)
In a vert, put a top on that bitch like a hoodie (Melo)
Doing top speed while my hands on her goodies (Phew)
Dirty ass boy, why yo pop so muddy (Dirt)
Got so much cheese, I can't trust nobody (Boy)
My mind fucked up, can't fuck with nobody (Uh uh)
Dealing with heartbreak, I don't love nobody
If you wanna make a couple racks, come with me (c'mon)
You ain't gotta slip, blue kit one fifty (Blue)
Up that bitch, niggas turn into Ricky (Ricky)
Turn with a bag, niggas turning in giftie (Run)
Turn right 'round, I'm coming home wit it (I'm back)
It ain't bout guap, don't call my phone nigga
Niggas real life dumb, I don't get along with it
Prolly gon' fuck if I'm left alone with her (Phew)
I just can't pursue these rat ass bitches cause they doing it for clout (clout)
Dirty ass boy, why yo pop so muddy (Dirt)
Got so much cheese, I can't trust nobody (Boy)
My mind fucked up, can't fuck with nobody (Uh uh)
Dealing with heartbreak, I don't love nobody
If you wanna make a couple racks, come with me (c'mon)
You ain't gotta slip, blue kit one fifty (Blue)
Up that bitch, niggas turn into Ricky (Ricky)
Turn with a bag, niggas turning in giftie (Run)
Turn right 'round, I'm coming home wit it (I'm back)
It ain't bout guap, don't call my phone nigga
Niggas real life dumb, I don't get along with it
Prolly gon' fuck if I'm left alone with her (Phew)
I just can't pursue these rat ass bitches cause they doing it for clout (clout)
Neighbors keep on peeking through window cause I'm running in and out
Grab the Draco off the couch, yeah (Grab the Draco off the couch, yeah)
[Babyface Ray]
I got mud in my ice tea (Yeah mud in my ice tea)
Rose gold on a white tee (Rose gold on a white tee)
I heard this bitch wanna fight me (Heard these bitch wanna fight me)
Yeah, my bitches don't excite me (Mhm, fuck on)
Right now, I'm court side like Spike Lee (Yeah yeah)
Getting rich off rap, man, life free (free life)
White lows, man I do 'em like twice a week (that ain't nothin')
Pillow talkin' to a rat then try and speak, niggas weird
Grab the Draco off the couch, yeah (Grab the Draco off the couch, yeah)
[Babyface Ray]
I got mud in my ice tea (Yeah mud in my ice tea)
Rose gold on a white tee (Rose gold on a white tee)
I heard this bitch wanna fight me (Heard these bitch wanna fight me)
Yeah, my bitches don't excite me (Mhm, fuck on)
Right now, I'm court side like Spike Lee (Yeah yeah)
Getting rich off rap, man, life free (free life)
White lows, man I do 'em like twice a week (that ain't nothin')
Pillow talkin' to a rat then try and speak, niggas weird
I’m fucked up, ate Perc, now I'm cured (Good)
Yeah, you in the streets but you lost, you a deer (Lost)
Niggas riding for a rap buzz, I don't care (Why)
Miss me with the rap shit, I was there (Facts)
Live in the flesh, Ron Artest
Counted me out, came back I'ma champ (Ballin')
She just wanna suck a nigga dry, she a vamp (Ooh)
Told me fuck a new chair, I need a lamp (Light)
Ain't nobody else puttin' mine on the map (Uh uh)
Free P, I'ma hold it down 'til he back (P)
That nigga face trippin' going live in the trap (Ya)
I got it right now, reporting live with the racks
Ay, I just touched down, yeah I'm lookin' for the lean
Callin' for the work, send the bookers to Alim
Thought I got ‘em made but they really double G's
Yeah, you in the streets but you lost, you a deer (Lost)
Niggas riding for a rap buzz, I don't care (Why)
Miss me with the rap shit, I was there (Facts)
Live in the flesh, Ron Artest
Counted me out, came back I'ma champ (Ballin')
She just wanna suck a nigga dry, she a vamp (Ooh)
Told me fuck a new chair, I need a lamp (Light)
Ain't nobody else puttin' mine on the map (Uh uh)
Free P, I'ma hold it down 'til he back (P)
That nigga face trippin' going live in the trap (Ya)
I got it right now, reporting live with the racks
Ay, I just touched down, yeah I'm lookin' for the lean
Callin' for the work, send the bookers to Alim
Thought I got ‘em made but they really double G's
You ain't never ‘nuff to fuck up a hundred G's, nigga
[42 Dugg]
Ay, sometimes I feel left out
Two hundred thousand in the bed, still, I'm stressed out
Pssh, living legend I'm blessed now, ay
Still going through the trenches
Still yelling, free my niggas
Know she happy that I did it
[42 Dugg]
Ay, sometimes I feel left out
Two hundred thousand in the bed, still, I'm stressed out
Pssh, living legend I'm blessed now, ay
Still going through the trenches
Still yelling, free my niggas
Know she happy that I did it
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