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Amir Tripp - Hardball Lyrics

So we going to the ship’ right?
Ya we could
Man we going to the ship’
WE GOING TO THE SHIP (x6)

Tell your momma that I love her
Even though I never met her, ya
But I know she made that ass on you
Been on top for a minute , what the charts gon’ prove?
Been cookin what they give Like a chef on chopped
Gucci bandana on my head like im wop
At your bitch crib getting head in some crocs
Peddle to the metal when they told me I stop uh’
Niggas get hot now they wanna co-sign ya
In the party now you fucking up my sinus
Fake niggas i swear im allergic
Fake niggas i swear im allergic
Fake niggas i swear im allergic
Fake bitches like to call and I curve them
You got purp but your shit lack purpose
Id say im Mike but the shit more Erving
Magic with the touch
5 rings later will they still say its luck
5 rings up?
Will I really give a fuck?
No No No No
I’m a hot boy, ya young pyro
Young Philippe Petit on a tight rope
Young Philippe Petit ill never fall off
Working 1 to 1 , probably never call off
Put that shit on G- Baby when we playing Hardball ya’
Tell my coach that we goin to the ship
Put a hunnid on the board like im Wilt
Young boy I was born with the whip
Young boy I was born with the whip
Young boy I was born taking risk
Poppa worked at a Corner store… stereotypical but niggas had to live
Young boy I was born with the whip
Ah yeah eh yeah
Young boy I was born with the whip
Young boy I was born with the whip
Young boy I was born with the whip

Yellow stains on my shirt as a kid
Im talking curry before number 30
Talking before I put the city on my jersey
Now a nigga go Jimmy with the buckets
Mile high breaking down a Denver nugget
I took a trip just to roll up the stress
Khaled with them keys , now they know we the best
Ain’t a giant yet?
Well i guess that imma jet
Flying over stankonia to Drop bombs
Flow like Bus’
Tell clue to drop a Woo Haa
Pussy so good got a nigga saying wooosah
Hard to hear em talk then when you on the rooftop
And I swear last week was my worst week
So i could give a fuck bout they first week
Sales, still get a six piece from Whales
Still CTA to the loop
Be quiet, my shooters still jump out the roof
Still hit the bangs to the juke
Got the juice like PAc fell of the roof
My niggas they say i’m the truth ya
Tell my coach that we goin to the ship (x5)

Put a hunnid on the board like im Wilt
Young boy I was born with the whip
Young boy I was born with the whip
Young boy I was born taking risk
Poppa worked at a Corner store… stereotypical but niggas had to live
Young boy I was born with the whip
Ah yeah eh yeah
Young boy I was born with the whip
Young boy I was born with the whip
Young boy I was born with the whip