Bas - Yao Ming lyrics

Yao, Yao, Yao Ming yao, Yao Ming, Yao, Ming

Let's bring it back though
I know God love me
Everyday he drop a bag though
Never chasin' money
It's just somethin' I attract though
Business on the golf course
Millions on these back four
Blame it on my pops 'cause
I can't feel the top, no
I came off the top row, double to your noggin
She gon' make the block woke when
She get her back broke
I know, what to ask for
I'm the one she jockey
I'm the one she jack though
I don't know how that ass slow
Down then it fast forward
I don't love her back though
She gon' feel a way and tell
Thе city where I'm at though
Bitches try to liе me
But, I'm not a map though
I am not a flagpole, you not finna climb me
I am not a tadpole but a nigga slimy
I been gettin' money since
A youngin' with consignment
Niggas stake your crib out
They just study the assignment
They say money blindin', bitch
I'm Hellen Keller in a Pelle Pelle leather
Feelin debted to the better days
Wish we could rewind them
Peanut butter sixty three
I wish that you could sit with me
You played yourself and fade away
Damn, oh, how the mighty have fallen
I thought as a I laid on the ground
Made my way back on my own
Fuck what I need from you now
Zaza, I'm ET, phone home
See you boys on my way down
If you could see how I grown
Money stack taller than

Yao, Yao, Yao, Yao Ming yao, Yao Ming, yeah
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