Jay sticky – Ball

Jay sticky – Ball Lyrics

Artist: Jay sticky
Song: Ball

“Not worry boutta thang all
We finna go 4 it all
We gotta eat & we gotta ball
Fazo my feet I stand Like a dog

You know I’m the truth
When I spit it be raww
Tell my b#tch too shut up
Put my dick in her mouth

Don’t be doing all that
Wyd??
Chill out
My pockets gettin fat I’m Koolin

Thinkin of MurdA
Bumping my music ayeee
“I be riding fast in a hotbox how imma miss Nan-nanaboo
You cannot run from a red dot

Straight head shot no leg shot
Wtf he got in his mind
He lost it, datz his fault
Get him knocked off

Itz grind time
Clap* Clap* Clap*
Perfect timing
Rock out with them dirty sticks turn up that’s how we like it

Nino he ain’t curry
He got 30 in his clippppp
Tell em “ Free Sheed” the fast way
& I’m gone get them backends the bag way

& you can catch me out here speeding
The fast lane
Guess what? Yea
I just f#cked a stripper idk her last name

She cut in her lil tune & go down & do her thangg!
Sticky5x
I just really wanna ball!4x
Not worry boutta thang all

We finna go 4 it all
We gotta eat & we gotta ball
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Release Year: 2021