Okie Knokie Episode 3, Day 3 Sweetheart

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I.L WILL - FASTBALL (MUSIC VIDEO) @MONEYSTRONGTV

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Ft. Out of My Head - FASTBALL

Lyrics

N’ I got fastball - You ain’t got no 

cash, bitch, that’s YOUR fault.

I. L WILL say say

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I’m coming at your ass like a fast ball

You ain’t got no cash, well that’s your fault

Hit them with that jug make them summersault

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Stack that paper up, I could take her 

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summer off.

Money in the floor, money in the vault—

Every time I talk that’s that cash talk. That money talk

I all got them hustles on his ASS now—- I L

I all got a mouther fucking bag now.

Codeman got them choppers like Bahgdad

Run up in your trap, and I GRAB cash

   

She got a bomb on the top and a FAT ass.

Come through with the mobs like Blab blabp

Pull up on black like Batman

 

I’m fucking over sac, call me SACK man

I just blue a zag, up at my sagz

man.

C#m

I roll my man, I need a fucking cat scan

Riding round in foreign because I eat at fancy restaurants 

Dressed up in the santa shit, I’m buying anything I want

 

Dope smell like a pound of piss and I’m about to smoke it up

Swallowed all the dick and she ain’t even choke or none

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Rapping ain’t my hobby bitch, you know I do the-s-hit for fun

 Trapping in my job, I will sell you anything yuh want

Fucking on the movie star cause that bitch look like Mia Vaugh

Out the door you’ll see I’m stoned,

     

Smoke the kush from out the bong

Twirl, then I dap… count that cash cus my cash long

Back to back, back to back like Drake’s song

 

When I’m in your crib got your bitch saying Daddy’s home

We are not the same I am an alien, Phone home

Spent $250 on a motherfucking pair of phones

My eyes look like Yeow Ming, My eyes look like Schenh and schong

For a bitch like Cheech and chong 

She just came from Hong Kong 

All my bitch like King Kong, and I eat filet mignon 

I be smoking stinky strong 

You know that’s cause my cologne, 

Got them hollows flying bullets, flying like a fucking drone

I’m up in her house, in her house, like my name JEROME

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I might get some brain, pull my pants up then I carry on.

I be off that Jimmy but I used to always drink Patron.

She like, I L Will, I love you

You make all my favorite songs

I get everything double, double cups and double hose

Balling like an athlete, it’s bought time that I’m going pro

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I just want to sit back, kick my feet up, watch the money grow

And I got some stripes like some Adidas, I’m official, hoe

It’s the mac, bitch, yeah, I know you heard that shit before

Yeah I’m back bitch, yeah, I’m back, but I was never gone