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Ginobli Video (MV)




Performed By: Trell Lace
Language: English
Length: 2:10
Written by: Raphael Lovelace




Trell Lace - Ginobli Lyrics
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Why the f*ck you try to play them games like you him?
These niggas so shiesty
They like Birdie from Above the Rim
I know shorty used to want me
She can't have me, chances slim
Told brodie to hop up in the whip
Make the car dash no Kim
Why the f*ck you try to play them games like you him?
These niggas so shiesty
They like Birdie from Above the Rim
I know shorty used to want me
She can't have me, chances slim
Told brodie to hop up in the whip
Make the car dash no Kim
My girl be so prettier in person
Buddy thought he had it, now he hurtin
How they keep on hatin', but these niggas hardly workin' for certain
I'm tryna go ball all up in Dallas, Kyrie Irving
I just faced a 3-5 in the wood, now I'm swervin
These niggas ain't IT knowing they clowns, join a circus
Turnin'
Everything I'm doin' for a purpose
Never seen your girl before, ain't my fault that she flirtin
Damn, my money stay with me, it's blue, no Lilo and Stitch
Game 6, Klay, the way I don't f*ckin' miss
I can be Cosmo and Wanda, I still ain't granting her wish
Yeah, they hate me now, let's see how they really feel after this
Okay
All she wanna do is just get turnt up
I be gettin' green on green on green like a turnip
It's only niggas speakin' on me I never heard of
I be gettin' all these damn checks, signed in cursive
White girls love me like I'm Justin Bieber
This shit got him sick, yeah check him for a fever
She just tried to tell him she don't love me, he don't believe her
After I hit it, I'm runnin' home
Derek Jeter
I-I-I-I-I don't care, get these niggas outta here
Brodie doin' donuts f*ck the tires, we don't got a spare
Niggas got the same hoes
Sorry I could never share
I speak on all this weird shit, but sorry, I won't take it there
Nah
Makin' money all by my lonely
Give you my life story, but I still think you won't know me
If you say it's love, can't be talkin', gotta show me
My brother accurate with his left, like Ginobli, yeah
But y'all wouldn't f*ckin' listen to me bro
Y'all ignored me bro
Y'all laughed at me bro and shitted on me bro like I was nothing
And now I'm back with vengeance bruh
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English

Why the f*ck you try to play them games like you him?
These niggas so shiesty
They like Birdie from Above the Rim
I know shorty used to want me
She can't have me, chances slim
Told brodie to hop up in the whip
Make the car dash no Kim
Why the f*ck you try to play them games like you him?
These niggas so shiesty
They like Birdie from Above the Rim
I know shorty used to want me
She can't have me, chances slim
Told brodie to hop up in the whip
Make the car dash no Kim
My girl be so prettier in person
Buddy thought he had it, now he hurtin
How they keep on hatin', but these niggas hardly workin' for certain
I'm tryna go ball all up in Dallas, Kyrie Irving
I just faced a 3-5 in the wood, now I'm swervin
These niggas ain't IT knowing they clowns, join a circus
Turnin'
Everything I'm doin' for a purpose
Never seen your girl before, ain't my fault that she flirtin
Damn, my money stay with me, it's blue, no Lilo and Stitch
Game 6, Klay, the way I don't f*ckin' miss
I can be Cosmo and Wanda, I still ain't granting her wish
Yeah, they hate me now, let's see how they really feel after this
Okay
All she wanna do is just get turnt up
I be gettin' green on green on green like a turnip
It's only niggas speakin' on me I never heard of
I be gettin' all these damn checks, signed in cursive
White girls love me like I'm Justin Bieber
This shit got him sick, yeah check him for a fever
She just tried to tell him she don't love me, he don't believe her
After I hit it, I'm runnin' home
Derek Jeter
I-I-I-I-I don't care, get these niggas outta here
Brodie doin' donuts f*ck the tires, we don't got a spare
Niggas got the same hoes
Sorry I could never share
I speak on all this weird shit, but sorry, I won't take it there
Nah
Makin' money all by my lonely
Give you my life story, but I still think you won't know me
If you say it's love, can't be talkin', gotta show me
My brother accurate with his left, like Ginobli, yeah
But y'all wouldn't f*ckin' listen to me bro
Y'all ignored me bro
Y'all laughed at me bro and shitted on me bro like I was nothing
And now I'm back with vengeance bruh
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Writer: Raphael Lovelace
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