[Lyric] Black Ball (YB Curtis)

(Intro):
Shit really been gettin’ to me lately
Ya’ know?
I’on let it phase me but even I got my breakin’ point
Let’s go

(Chorus):
I’m lookin round and round
I got this shit up on my mind so you can’t fuck with me
It ain’t no hatin’ on my baby cause she stuck with me
And if you tryna come and do some ain’t no luck with me
Talkin’ ‘bout the love we had
I see me a red flag
Mane just let me get a piece of you
Ain’t nobody gon be mad
And you the one to hold me down
My love lost, but it’s gon’ get found

(Verse 1):
Mane
I be cookin’ up
You know I’m cool cause you enough
And people walkin’ out my life but that shit used to just be tough
I keep the times up when we fuck
And I don’t never wanna duck
I’m tellin’ you don’t worry ‘bout the people sayin we ain’t enough
I really gotta learn
I’m really tryna keep up with the shit I earn
You told me you said (what you said?)
I don’t want this
I’m like bitch, what you want then? (what you want?)
You don’t fuck with me
And now you bitch ass can’t defend
You can’t defend and I don’t know ‘bout what you want
You claim you finna come and pop me
But ‘yo bitch ass just won’t
And I don’t give a fuck about the shit you say you do or don’t
And if you wanna stand to me bitch don’t do it cause you slumped (bitch)
I’m not the type to do that drug shit
Don’t give a fuck ‘bout you
And then you really lookin’ at me like you think
You got a clue
You look at that shit and that shit it be new
Oh my nigga, you look confused?
Say I’m not type to just be in the light and I really don’t feel it unless I’m aroused
My nigga just why in the fuck is you lookin’ at me like you really just wanna come do shit?
I really get bored and I hop on that 2k
Bitch I’m really finna go and boost shit
If you really ‘bout it then do it (do it, bitch)
With my bae, on the Boosie Boo shit (Boosie, bitch)
We stick together like we a motherfuckin’ glue stick, bitch (bitch)
(Chorus):
I’m lookin round and round
I got this shit up on my mind so you can’t fuck with me
It ain’t no hatin’ on my baby cause she stuck with me
And if you tryna come and do some ain’t no luck with me
Talkin’ bout the love we had
I see me a red flag
Mane just let me get a piece of you
Ain’t nobody gon be mad
And you the one to hold me down
My love lost, but it’s gon’ be found

(Verse 2):
I be runnin’ in
Baby everytime I see you
I just wanna be the key to you
Mane I just wan’ complete you
Mane I don’t like to put you down
Or make you feel under the bleachers
I’d rather just be the nigga who be there
To fuckin’ teach you
I really be coolin’ and chillin’
I don’t give a fuck about the niggas
Who wanna do shit to me
I don’t never be searchin’
I’d rather just give me a bad bitch
To give the booty to me
I don’t care if you be on that freaky deaky
Shit and then you wanna come and suck on my dick Them niggas they trippin they lame
They really be thinkin’ they really be ‘bout
All that shit
Mane Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers Lookin at ‘yo letter’s, lookin at yo dresser
Niggas they be fuckin’ jealous they don’t even
Get a chance to read on what’s the weather
I’ma really spazz, I’ma get class
I’ma go fast, I’ma get on that ass
Niggas they trippin’ they really just thinkin’
I can’t go, but I go in fast (bitch, yea)
(Chorus):
I’m lookin round and round
I got this shit up on my mind so you can’t fuck with me
It ain’t no hatin’ on my baby cause she stuck with me
And if you tryna come and do some ain’t no luck with me
You talkin’ bout the love we had
I see me a red flag
Mane let me get a piece of you
Ain’t nobody gon be mad
And you the one to hold me down
My love lost, but it’s gon’ be found