Lyrics:
You see me on da tip steady ballin
Got enough cash to get you and your girls allin
Hit you wit da dick and yo ass keep callin
Trick stop stalkin
pockets bein' empty
gear skimpy, yo the peer pressure tempt me
at Thirteen had to get my by all means
sellin' to fiends, Pops up State raisin' Hell in
Dick, and Mary
Nigga, you don't scare me
I got a homie by my side
His name is Dirty Harry
I don't really want to have to blast nobody
So don't be
author
Shockin' volts mixed with water
Disturbin' the law and order when
I'm ballin' for the future
We them better kids
Rap flows throughout my heritage
coffee by the way you shakin' your perkulater
I'm the smooth operator, hot mommy motivator
What I really wanna do, put that thing on you
Butter up yo'
legal
We all in together now, ballin together now
Secrets of war young busta you better learn about
Bust, if you must, plus
Get in the business when
to a house on the hill
With picture framed TV's on the wall
Hard and I'm pissed when she wanna ball
A cell phone for when she wanna call
She ballin' out
don't need to front
I make history e'ry day - I don't need a month
The survey says - by the streets according
Kanye's just important as Michael Jordan
Was
the city where the grass is green
And the palm trees lean
Been ballin'
Shot callin' since 83
I know the mothaphukin' industry
Ain't ready for me
around my dead dress
stolen Chevy ballin in wit the fo fifty
in this muthafuckin bitch
plus I'm layin down niggas 5-0 bitches cannot fuck wit this
to Philly
To get my scrilly
Ya'll know the really
It truly cost to floss
So I'm wanted by the haters so I pack a nina ross
And ball and chose to roll
see we up quicker
Got a click, only robbing niggas touting guns
And grand theft broken down in my other songs
Big ballin' ain't a motherfucking thing
a packed room
Groupies waitin' for me by the bar or the bathroom
I get money, the haters say I'm lucky
She's with a man and she still wants to touch me
thugged out
I stay with them dudes, my boys
In and out the club, ballin' in the hood, my boys
I did everything I could for my boys
Game made me build
alcoholics,
But that's what you do when you ballin',
Or when your future keep callin',
But you miss the call so now you just stallin',
What you call it when
ran homie joint się kopci jak komin
Dzieciaki latają z piłką na orlik
A moje mordy wciąż ballin'
Twoje mordy to bally
Chcesz siano kosić jak rolnik ey
Пора пить лекарства
I’m always on white t
Feeling high as a god
Rapping crazy as a og
Ballin’ hard in a saint p
Not reach as fuck as a jayz
But i’m
like you know me
You went to my old school
You just know the old me
Been a couple years now
I been by my lonely
Going through the motions
Ballin
the last of the Mohicans (Mira)
Going overtime, 'til your body weakens
Got'em leaking just by the way that I am always speaking
You must be tripping if your
big vibe (Never)
Ain’t no bitch gonna deny me, cuz I’m ballin with my gang (Gang)
Dirty style, they think she knows me, but they ain’t know my dark side
twice,you still miss me
(I'm making a hard right at Saratoga)
(See if they're still on us)
My shit is so flames that the poker is stoking me
Ballin
basic
Ballin like I'm the Patriots
I'm to legit so you can eat a dick
I do the dirt on my own
So da case won't stick
Stick to the script that's real nigga
If she fall like August, I’m pickin' up where she fallin'
No Rawlings, we still gone be ballin'
She made me retire (Yeah)
I never been a liar (No)
got Hennessy
You know what it is when that liqour hit my system
Im hittin all these shots like im ballin i cant miss em
Man i think im drunker than ive
Discuss these ballin by tyga Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In