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    Ballaholic

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    Big Ballin, VRC made niggaz
    Shot callin, we know the mother hold never falling
    the original never we straight flossin
    I'm put to roll you like some gumbo, fresh out the pot
    Ballin all off out of control, wodie
    Ridin big ol' ass trucks, buyin whatever the fuck I want
    Holla I want this, pullin out a green trump
    I roll with hustlers, ballers, and killers
    And you don't want to go to war with a pro
    I be on the go, actin' a got damn fool
    Totin my four five cuz thats my boo
    I keep my rat-a-tat-a-tat-a lied low in my Lac
    And if some shit jump off I'm a roast your ass
    I got ??? cream dog, A to the One
    With a tight grip on my green dog, wodie
    I'm straight pimpin the game, livin my life like a kingpin
    Everyday livin by the trigga cuz I'm all in
    Cheddar chasin', no time for no stallin
    Money, weed, cars, hoes, big ballin
    Hook
    Its beautiful
    I told you once before and I'm a tell you again
    Its beautiful here on top baby
    I mean the scenery is just gorgeous
    Second verse baby
    I make your block hotter than wind
    With the people at your door
    Did they see to much traffic, cuz I'm ballin out of control
    Ghetto millionaire, till I took it to another level
    Cuz when it comes down to this ballin ain't a thing you can tell me
    Ballaholic baby
    Got more things then you can pronounce
    You can call me baby
    I move nothing less then an ounce
    Ain't no sense in stunnin' and frontin' and actin' like you want that
    Your paper straight you bout your business you can get that
    My Benz's all be bubbled, my Suburban I just gutted
    I came in and look at all that grain them hoes loved it
    I be that big money gripper
    Candycomb corn flipper
    This set is bling blingin' when I'm on your block dippin'
    Drunk funkin' with that VLO, wodie
    I heard you thought I wasn't now ya owe me
    Ain't no ends too my pockets cuz my paper too long
    I be the brother that can be talkin' off two cell phones
    They be like no he didn't, but best believe I did
    Keep that nine on my side just so you know I came to win
    Hundred thousand dollar shop, it ain't no thang to me
    Buy about every day of the week, that ain't no thang to me
    Platinum on my wrist and fingers, ain't no thang to me
    A ballaholic till I die is what I aim to be
    So catch me flippin on my set and my Yokohama slims
    Been in blocks gettin caddys, flossin harder then your daddy
    See a Rolex for forty g's I got to get that
    I even bought with my Suburban how u luv that?
    Shit,
    How many niggas you know look good when they floss like me
    And how many niggas you know could claim they the boss like me
    Shit I don't know, but every time I take a cruise
    All these niggas be lookin like "Damn" and these bitches looking like "Oooh"
    See me comin' in my Navigator or its in my Benz
    Gotcha old lady running around telling all her friends
    Oooh girl he look cute, damn a nigga fine
    Ain't even stop to shine but its so already in line
    Shit, BMG to me stand for Big Money Grippers
    Steady clockin' major figgas
    VRC hard hitters
    Shit, my nigga low, he already worth a mil
    All these niggas over here shining and bling blinging they got to chill
    Already can't see good cuz I'm full of ??? weed
    See this chain around my neck it be up for about 20 g's
    Everything I roll with plushed
    Everything I wear be crushed
    And before I meet her I fucked
    Big Ballin nigga what
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