Lyrics:
Somethin' that you can't do (woo, hey)
Big talks of the town, big boy gang moves (gang moves)
I like to walk around with my chain loose (chain, chain)
She
the chain if you can't afford it
'Ye them load of whores by the boards
Trust
That old ball-and-chain had me chained up for weeks
So of course I'm off
Niggas act like they know you
But they really don't know you
Cuz they only read
Tha prelude to the book
I did this shit by my lonely
Many nights
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Yeah, it's Kells
Kells and o-j (ay ay)
Swag through the club throwin' money in the sky,
I can't lie, I'm a ball 'til I die,
Blunts of the good
the shower
Give vibes of the minimum wage
Had to bust that bitch down by the hour
It's too bad
That I be
Moon landing, moonwalking
Hit a pretty bitch with
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa!
Off the wall, off the chain
Off the top, I'm off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move,
Sail away where no ball and chain
Can keep us from the roarin' waves
Together undivided but forever we'll be free
So sail away aboard our rig
at the governor ball
I'm baggin' eight balls
Spilled Perignon on my suede Kaws
I had to tell that bitch
"Don't touch my waves!"
Layin' by the pool, $3K for
Moon for the hounds Candy for the house
We can step in or we can walk it On out
You a big baller. Escort me to the Ball.
Might let you take it
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in,
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in,
Franklin with a choppa let it sang
Aretha Franklin how my blicky droppin banger
Michael Jackson moon walk him for his chain
Freddie Kruger bout that paper
no ball and chain
Can keep us from the roarin' waves
Together undivided but forever we'll be free
So sail away aboard our rig
The moon is full and so
YFN Trae Pound YFN Lucci YFN Moon
We want the whole thang
I wear 30 chains all these Balmain
Bitch I ball mane
Young nigga dream was a whole thang
I like you, I think about you everyday
There's not a day that goes by that you're not in my head
And the way you make my heart beat
Gives me this
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
Don't say the wrong thang and get filled up wit lead
Insane in the brain Like I got off them meds
I put on my chain and rock out like I'm led
I walk in
These pussy niggas be talkin'
I swear to God I'll blast 'em
Show them that I'm forreal, man I be ball
Look at that fake ass chain look like
He got it from
to walk with me a while
Across the sand, well
I'm your man
Ah, the moon's too bright
The chain's too tight
The beast won't go to sleep
I've been
through me like a ball and chain
You know I can't believe we've lived so long and are still so far apart
The memory of you keeps callin' after me like
what I do 'cause I'm controlled by the moon
So I grabbed her, and choked her, and dragged her away
Then I stabbed her and slabbed up the walls with her
drippin', I'm steppin'
They know that I'm reppin' my gang (gang)
Wockhardt, the Perky, the Addy
I'm mixin' the dope, I got dope in my chain (dope)
We been overseas, Palermo by the beach
Which one you want? (Yeah), I think I'm 'bout to tweak
Know it's weighin' on your mind, it's weighin' as we
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