Bitch I ball like 8-24
R.I.P. to Kob'
Shoulda been the one to go
Gotta watch out for your soul
On my dawg, ain't ever fold
None of these pussies get no luv
Shout to bro, that's Ukiyo
I can't ever break the code
Bitch I ball like 8-24
R.I.P. to Kob'
Shoulda been the one to go
Gotta watch out for your soul
On my dawg, ain't ever fold
None of these pussies get no luv
Shout to bro, that's Ukiyo
I can't ever break the code
Imma get mine, niggas gon' notice
Put that shit up in they face
F*ckin' with mine, you niggas folded
When you fell right down from grace
Larry O'Brien, got that trophy
And the whole lineup gon' flex
Getting that green, just like the Celtics
Yeah, we comin' for that check
All of my brudda, they top of the top
The ring just the cream of the crop
We gon' pull up in the drop
I got guala for your top
Put your money where your mouth at
Jayo be where your spouse at
Jayo be where the South at
And I heard you niggas ain't bout that
They up it I do it like Mamba to Barnes
Then we gon' get that boy gone
Nigga be hatin', it won't get 'em far
Don't put my name in yo' lil song
Imma show up when I got to
Give the AR test like Ron
It's big smoke just like bong
F*ck a thick hoe to this song
Bitch I ball like 8-24
R.I.P. to Kob'
Shoulda been the one to go
Gotta watch out for your soul
On my dawg, ain't ever fold
None of these pussies get no luv
Shout to bro, that's Ukiyo
I can't ever break the code
Bitch I ball like 8-24
R.I.P. to Kob'
Shoulda been the one to go
Gotta watch out for your soul
On my dawg, ain't ever fold
None of these pussies get no luv
Shout to bro, that's Ukiyo
I can't ever break the code
Jayoseven & AceMaceo - kobe Lyrics
Jayoseven & AceMaceo - kobe Lyrics
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Bitch I ball like 8-24
R.I.P. to Kob'
Shoulda been the one to go
Gotta watch out for your soul
On my dawg, ain't ever fold
None of these pussies get no luv
Shout to bro, that's Ukiyo
I can't ever break the code
Bitch I ball like 8-24
R.I.P. to Kob'
Shoulda been the one to go
Gotta watch out for your soul
On my dawg, ain't ever fold
None of these pussies get no luv
Shout to bro, that's Ukiyo
I can't ever break the code
Imma get mine, niggas gon' notice
Put that shit up in they face
F*ckin' with mine, you niggas folded
When you fell right down from grace
Larry O'Brien, got that trophy
And the whole lineup gon' flex
Getting that green, just like the Celtics
Yeah, we comin' for that check
All of my brudda, they top of the top
The ring just the cream of the crop
We gon' pull up in the drop
I got guala for your top
Put your money where your mouth at
Jayo be where your spouse at
Jayo be where the South at
And I heard you niggas ain't bout that
They up it I do it like Mamba to Barnes
Then we gon' get that boy gone
Nigga be hatin', it won't get 'em far
Don't put my name in yo' lil song
Imma show up when I got to
Give the AR test like Ron
It's big smoke just like bong
F*ck a thick hoe to this song
Bitch I ball like 8-24
R.I.P. to Kob'
Shoulda been the one to go
Gotta watch out for your soul
On my dawg, ain't ever fold
None of these pussies get no luv
Shout to bro, that's Ukiyo
I can't ever break the code
Bitch I ball like 8-24
R.I.P. to Kob'
Shoulda been the one to go
Gotta watch out for your soul
On my dawg, ain't ever fold
None of these pussies get no luv
Shout to bro, that's Ukiyo
I can't ever break the code
R.I.P. to Kob'
Shoulda been the one to go
Gotta watch out for your soul
On my dawg, ain't ever fold
None of these pussies get no luv
Shout to bro, that's Ukiyo
I can't ever break the code
Bitch I ball like 8-24
R.I.P. to Kob'
Shoulda been the one to go
Gotta watch out for your soul
On my dawg, ain't ever fold
None of these pussies get no luv
Shout to bro, that's Ukiyo
I can't ever break the code
Imma get mine, niggas gon' notice
Put that shit up in they face
F*ckin' with mine, you niggas folded
When you fell right down from grace
Larry O'Brien, got that trophy
And the whole lineup gon' flex
Getting that green, just like the Celtics
Yeah, we comin' for that check
All of my brudda, they top of the top
The ring just the cream of the crop
We gon' pull up in the drop
I got guala for your top
Put your money where your mouth at
Jayo be where your spouse at
Jayo be where the South at
And I heard you niggas ain't bout that
They up it I do it like Mamba to Barnes
Then we gon' get that boy gone
Nigga be hatin', it won't get 'em far
Don't put my name in yo' lil song
Imma show up when I got to
Give the AR test like Ron
It's big smoke just like bong
F*ck a thick hoe to this song
Bitch I ball like 8-24
R.I.P. to Kob'
Shoulda been the one to go
Gotta watch out for your soul
On my dawg, ain't ever fold
None of these pussies get no luv
Shout to bro, that's Ukiyo
I can't ever break the code
Bitch I ball like 8-24
R.I.P. to Kob'
Shoulda been the one to go
Gotta watch out for your soul
On my dawg, ain't ever fold
None of these pussies get no luv
Shout to bro, that's Ukiyo
I can't ever break the code
Writer: John Flores
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid