Tango Lee - Mailman

We gon ball like Karl Malone
We gon ball like Karl Malone
Invested in a mobile home
Yeah yeah
We gon ball like Karl Malone 'fore He call us home
I’m always on the road, invested in a mobile home
I need a Erykah Badu to turn me on and on
Make love to me then make my way to count my provolone
The plug annoyed when I send the bread through the CashApp
I told him "business is business" now let's get past that
My lil nigga wanna risk it cause her ass fat
Got use ya head for more than just a hat rack
Got my nut off just in time to hear praise and worship
Gotta stay away from serpents, they cross you like Kyrie Irving
I'm on a journey, chasing this paper man
Throw them broke hoes to the side like the paper-man
Since a jit, I been ballin just like the Lakers man
Everything gold 'cept the purple kush, welcome to Laker Land
Fuck a hater man, fuck a opp, fuck a opposition
I'ma fuck the world and nut on Mt. Olympus
I ain't shit without my niggas
I can't live without these riches
I'm in the coupe with 2 pigeons
Giving head, headed to the top, I cannot be stop nigga
We gon ball like Karl Malone 'fore He call us home
I’m always on the road, invested in a mobile home
I need a Erykah Badu to turn me on and on
Make love to me then make my way to count my provolone
The plug annoyed when I send the bread through the CashApp
I told him "business is business" now let's get past that
My lil nigga wanna risk it cause her ass fat
Got use ya head for more than just a hat rack
Gimme the loot, RIP Christopher too
I like my bitches in 2s, come on lil bitch Ima hoot
Told my lil bro stay in school, don't be no motherfucking fool
I make sure everything cool, I make sure everything bool
I make sure everything new, step in Giuseppes or Loubs
She get the biggest of boobs
I make sure every whip is equipped with a tool
I dip my wrist in a pool, gotta put mom in the hills
I don't put up with a bitch nigga, I pity the fool
I ain't got time for you hoes but I still water the grass
Been in my bag all year, I let bro borrow the bag
Wake up tomorrow to cash
We want all the fucking smoke like some Marlboro Reds
Cash out then we hauling ass
We gon ball like Karl Malone 'fore He call us home
I’m always on the road, invested in a mobile home
I need a Erykah Badu to turn me on and on
Make love to me then make my way to count my provolone
The plug annoyed when I send the bread through the CashApp
I told him "business is business" now let's get past that
My lil nigga wanna risk it cause her ass fat
Got use ya head for more than just a hat rack

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Tango Lee

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