Lyrics:
At the strip joint, where we met
He said 'Hi, my name is Ted
See that one over there
That ball of thunder
Every time she goes Vavoom,
I wiggle in my chair
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
the money
Ball hard, do it big, get the money
Ball hard, do it big, get the money
Ball hard, do it big, get the money
One night I met a dancer by the name
but I love her too Put her before this money I'll never do
Them big face Benjamin's only blue, I do Project BaBy East 7Mile reppin' that 82
I just
Allelujah, allelujah
Allelujah, allelujah
Glory, glory, allelujah
We've been so good, so precise
Always playing by the rulebook
It's time we
He had his marketing plan worked up
He's gonna sell 'em all in big ol' jugs
He wouldn't package 'em in a 6 pack
He's gonna sell 'em by the pair
Yeah, breathe in, breathe out
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out
Push a big truck, pull ya keys out
Girls go wild and pull ya D's out
Breathe in,
Tiny mouth, tiny house, tiny shoes
Tiny car, tiny walls, tiny frame
Big man, big dreams, big bucks
Big seams, big balls, big brain
Come and take me
girlfriend's got him by the balls
Big Simpin'
(one, two, three, four)
Big
Simpin'
Big
Simpin'
Big
Simpin'
Big
Simp
Jimmy is a simp and he's got no self respect
I'm a tortured soul, I live in disguise
Rest in peace to the leader of the Jackson 5
I died in my sleep, I'm still Big Pimpin'
I ball at the mall,
[Master P]
Can't stop til the tanks on the wall
Cause we made men and we goin ball til we fall
We can't stop til our tank's on the wall
Cause we made
we roll
First class cribs
First class rides
Big ass honey sitting by my side
First class honeys want to roll with me
Cause Jamaican thugs
This town ain't big, this town ain't small
It's a little of both they say
Our ball club may be minor league but at least it's triple A
We sit
starter coats
Laflare entertainment by myself
But I used to have a high right, low left
Gettin' money by da truck loads
Rollin up big fat el productos
(huh?)
I wanna see that look all on that motherfucker face (okay)
You can suck my dick, my cock, my balls, my schlong
My rod, my snake, my big ol'
the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my
and the lady's cried
And the lady's cried and loved and now
The lady's signed a big book deal
And the story tells you how it all began
In the days when the lady
the ball to Swift
But he's so god dang high that he's trips
Falls and slips, Proof grabs it by the fingertips
And runs the ball all the way down
By Terre and Suzzy Roche
They have a language all their own
It has an I can make it overtone
Conversation never stops
Throw the ball up it never
on
Get the fuck off my dick my cock my balls
B-big money my pockets long new orleans I got my home
And they got my back pause no homo no mardi call
wanna be your friend
Baby, you gotta trust me...
[Khalid]
Aiyo I live by the rules, trust nothing in skirts
Cause with that big butt and a smile,
If I could just get it on paper
The things that have happened tonight
But that seems to me to be the big key
I'm having too good a time to ever
the miners are having their big Christmas ball.
I'll take you through a door, and up a high stairs.
Singing and dancing is heard everywhere,
I will let
money
I remember when you and me used to ball, we had it all, and we took a fall
I came up in cokeland, better known as Oakland
Your weed could sell,
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