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  • Soulja Boy & Drake - Play Ball Lyrics

    Soulja Boy Chorus:
    Cash Money, fast money
    Everyday I’m paper chasing
    Trying to get the dollars
    Gucci Louie, Dolce Gabbana
    Yes its Young money
    We’re SOD Money Gang
    SOD money gang
    It’s time to play ball
    Play ball, play ball
    Play ball, play ball
    Play ball, play ball
    It’s time to play ball
    It’s time to play ball
    It’s time to play ball
    It’s time to play ball

    Drizzy

    Drake:
    Take yourself a picture when Im standing at the mound
    And I swear its going down, Im just repping for my town
    Off a cup of CJ Gibson, man Im faded off to Brown
    And I’m easily influenced by the niggas Im around
    See that Aston Martin when i start it hear the sound
    I aint never graduated aint got no cap and gown
    But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass
    Be at all my fucking parties, grabbing money off the ground

    [Drake]
    Yeah, ahh hell Mr. lyrical
    Spades of the opus baby, what you got a feeling for
    I can show you new things, how you feeling spiritual
    Pastor Kearney Thomas to these hoes, miwacles!
    Yeah okay, they say that Im the one in fact
    They say that im they favorite, but i aint hearing none of that
    I’m all about my team hoe, young money running back
    Cash Money superstar, where the fuck is stunna at?
    Damn…

    Soulja Boy:
    I just got a new deal, I aint talking pickle
    Im outside the cell, while you boys just sickle
    Soulja Boy and superman, the hip hop hero
    She sucking all over my body, call her mosquito
    The cheese is all on me, just like a Dorrito
    Disrespect and you’ll get shot like a free throw
    I go hard, never ever go soft
    Always swag on, never ever swag off
    Greatest rapper of the century
    Got more bars than a fucking penitentiary
    Every since elementary
    Blueberry kush, I call it fruit roll up
    And when I wake up I be baking like soda
    My pockets fat like my jeans made by Oprah
    In your house on your sisters wall is my poster
    Fucking models, doing shows just like I supposed ta'
    My lifestyle extravagant, attitude arrogant

    Soulja Boy Chorus:
    Cash Money, fast money
    Everyday I’m paper chasing
    Trying to get the dollars
    Gucci Louie, Dolce Gabbana
    Yes its Young money
    We’re SOD Money Gang
    SOD money gang
    It’s time to play ball
    Play ball, play ball
    Play ball, play ball
    Play ball, play ball
    It’s time to play ball
    It’s time to play ball
    It’s time to play ball
    It’s time to play ball

    Corrections?

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    Re: Soulja Boy & Drake - Play Ball Lyrics

    Thanks!

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      Re: Soulja Boy & Drake - Play Ball Lyrics

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