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Juice Wrld - Larry Bird Ball Session Lyrics

[Intro]
(Yung Exclusive) Drop four inside my Fanta
(Cardo Got Wings)
Live like I'm in Atlanta
These hoes from Atlanta
Codeine from Atlanta
Gang (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Used to drop a four inside my Fanta
Codeine from Atlanta, I’m sippin' my Fanta (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bitch I ball, Larry Bird

[Chorus]
I'm gon’ ball on these hoes, Larry Bird
Talkin' shit, you get hit, you out of words
I ain't kickin' it, I kick you to the curb
I get drunk, then I talk with a slur
Last night was a blur
Almost crashed, had to skrrt
I ain't R Kelly, but bitch I'ma flirt
Bet I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon
Ray J with it, I'll hit a bitch first

[Verse 1]
That bitch wanna fuck me, where?
In the front seat
Gun in my Givenchys, I gotta stay comfy
I know they gon' hate me, yeah
They gon’ love me
Two thousand on a sweater, bitch you know that you can’t touch me
Hеr contact name is vacuum bitch, 'cause I know she gon’ suck mе
Don't know if I'm really handsome, 'cause the money hide the ugly
She say she wanna cuddle, nah, but I’ll buy her a Snuggie
I'm sorry, I'm not sorry, to this love shit I'm a zombie, yeah
Pill pop, drugs, I'm a junkie
Spend my cash on Percocets, I may run out of money
Say you wanna beef, nigga lemme know sumn'
I don't throw hands, but that gun throw sumn'
[Chorus]
I'm gon' ball on these hoes, Larry Bird
Talkin' shit, you get hit, you out of words
I ain't kickin' it, I kick you to the curb
I get drunk, then I talk with a slur
Last night was a blur
Almost crashed, had to skrrt
I ain't R Kelly, but bitch I'ma flirt
Bet I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon
Ray J with it, I'll hit a bitch first

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm out of your reach, bitch, I'm out of your league
Fuck her off the perk, I don't get fatigue
.40 make you jerk, reject, you bleed (Get- Uh, Get- Uh)
I won't sober up, uh, got the Kobra tucked, uh
Feel like 2Pac, heh, I might hit 'em up, uh
Now he on the floor, uh, come and pick him up, heh
Uh, ay, Sober shit, uh, need me a pick-me-up, heh
Need me a pick-me-up, yah, need me a pick-me-up

[Chorus]
I'm gon' ball on these hoes, Larry Bird
Talkin' shit, you get hit, you out of words
I ain't kickin' it, I kick you to the curb
I get drunk, then I talk with a slur
Last night was a blur
Almost crashed, had to skrrt
I ain't R Kelly, but bitch I'ma flirt
Bet I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon
Ray J with it, I'll hit a bitch first
[Outro]
Last night was a blur
Almost crashed, had to skrrt
I ain't R Kelly, but bitch I'ma flirt
Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon
Ray J with it, I'll hit a bitch first