Lyrics:
Ball William March

a glock that will shock and bring the rest Tucked underneath my Mitchell and Ness I, travelin', handlin' with a forty-five cannon It's tucked in my Marc

she-bang One throw, that bell will go clang Eye on the target and wham One shot, one gun shot, and bam Hey, Mister Arnstein, here I am I'll march my band out, I will

(Jae Millz) Black And Grey Pink Stripes Marc Jacobs Hard Bottoms Im Fly Spreadin My Wings Like ??? And My Date Yea She Beautifoul Too She Went Easy On

shit and fuck it up? Well at least make this shit sound real man damn I walked across enemy lines with a, lantern Steady takin' cannon balls to the balls

cannot fuck up 'cuz I got what you need boy (Baby, I do) But I will only 'cause you pain, yeah (I promise that) I got what you need boy (Baby, I do) But I will

got a couple hundred days up in me But I still keep the HK, keep the razor with me I ball hard, so other ballers is afraid to stick me 'Cause if I get

at the Billboard's I seen for real name in the page her Say what most of these balls they can't fade her She stay fly, Dolce Gabbanna and Marc Jacobs.

trans-a-vest, pants or dress: hate fags: the answers yes homophobic nah you just heterophobic starin at my jeans wathcin my genitals boulgin [ooh] thats my muthafuckin balls

shebang, One throw, that bell will go clang, Eye on the target--and wham-- One shot, one gun shot, and bam-- Hey, Mister Arnstein, here I am! I'll march my band out, I will