Nessly, and ZayTiggy yeah
Nessly, and ZayTiggy yeah

Freak ho, keep my address on the low
I'm stressin', I put that on my soul
She the reason I keep plastic on my sofa
I keep the stick inside a safe behind a poster
Yeah, rock band, I'mma buy a rock band
I'm rockin' Raf Simmons bitch, I ain't Gene Simmons bitch
Uh, all these hoes want to give me a kiss
I don't trust a motherfuckin' soul, I keep my shit long distance
Main bitch live in the past, main bitch live in the past
Your main bitch live with her parents, man that bitch so embarrassin'
Picked her up from her college, red Ferrari like Ferris
I claimed your bitch on my taxes, the lil' bitch like a charity

You gave her a ring but she wanna to marry me
She wanna sing, told her come sign to me
A box of Fergie, and a lot of codeine
Whole lotta lean, whole lotta lean, whole lotta lean
All this cash will fuck up your lil' self esteem
You would get on one knee for that bitch, she get on two for me
Leave the dealer with two Ferraris like it's buy one get one free
Copped two, I ball like Lonzo, on Rodeo shooting threes

Yeah, ball like I ain't got no bills, nah for real
I ball like I ain't got no bills, nah for real
Nah for real
Lonzo Ball
Like Lonzo Ball
Big Ball, yeah, ayy

Committing sins, I kill them down in Saint Laurent
Since I was young I flipped that dough like Papa John's, yeah, yeah
Red marinara Maserati on my way to Panera Bread
I don't do no dodgeball in gym class but I'm dodging feds
Put the seat back in the Porsche Panamera, look like an ostrich head
Mad a good girl to a bad bitch, all she took was one percocet
Private chef in the crib, privates in your bitch mouth
Bitch say she wanna see a hundred grand, I'mma go and stick my wrist out
Two bitches, one coming, one leaving, I'mma let these hoes switch out
Four bands on a Montclair, all this ice made 'em think it's brick out
Whole lotta lean, whole lotta lean, like I signed to Swisherhouse
Fucked a rich bitch, she told me pick somethin' out
And she don't come with benefits, I'mma call and dip
Bitch I'm petty and I'm pretty, I'mma fuck her friend

You gave her a ring but she wanna to marry me
She wanna sing, told her come sign to me
A box of Fergie, and a lot of codeine
Whole lotta lean, whole lotta lean, whole lotta lean
All this cash will fuck up your lil' self esteem
You would get on one knee for that bitch, she get on two for me
Leave the dealer with two Ferraris like it's buy one get one free
Copped two, I ball like Lonzo, on Rodeo shooting threes

Yeah, ball like I ain't got no bills, nah for real
I ball like I ain't got no bills, nah for real
Nah for real
Lonzo Ball
Like Lonzo Ball
Big Ball, ayy
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Lonzo Ball Lyrics

Nessly – Lonzo Ball Lyrics

Songwriters: Maclean Porter
Lonzo Ball lyrics © Ultra Tunes

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