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King Louie - ESPN Lyrics

King Louie – ESPN Lyrics

Ballin’ hard in VP, 43 Kobe
Pole up grow more tree
Press start Nino key
Drinks bottle about 2 or 3
Then she gave me her door key
Shades ’cause about a 9 piece
In the pool on the roof top
Getting that with a cute dot
I’m so lucky, 2Pac
Crap game, rerock
It’s a bet, hit point
Smoke two, lawless
No oink, Irene
K-nese my nigga’s D’s
They make G’s
Grind smoking with a bitch that look good enough to make pastries
And my cat got great car, our country don’t make this
Teaser, mate season, I’m cool as a breeze
Ball so hard they try to find me
Get the champagne and the trophies
Show time

[Hook: x2]
I be ballin’ hard like a point guard
Smoking hella loud no mic
If I want her I’m a take her
So you better hide your bitch
Niggas champagne, campaign
All we know is when then what then then when again
ESPN

I’m ballin hard blow out
MUBU no doubt
Dream team, yea you see nigga green screen dirty money nigga
Grand scheme, ET and I don’t smoke weekly
Pack loud like she seen
Hot thoughts tryin’ to do king
Part of stripe no show strings
The rent’s foul no deep throats
Cali bound my people
Bass town with some freak hoes
Going nuts like pre poles
Smoking dope in sea food
Bitches like it when I be rude
Getting dirty money like it’s legal
Dirty’s leaving niggas in see through
Poppin’ bottles no corps screw
Get scarred like war do
Bad bitch giving oral
Getting head like dorks do
Ballin hard like Mike did
True shit on fight pit
We up tell ’em forfeit