Lyrics:
I was in school
They was hating on me, now they cool
Niggas is all on my dick, cus I’m up I got nothing to prove
Ballin’ ballin’ like a Raptor,
I'm drippin' all day,
I'm drippin' my body
Bitches want no re-up
You said about givin' up
Now I'm rockin', I'm
ballin', I'm gettin' up
I finna tell you
the reason why niggas posting red flags
Reckless side ballin', niggas starin' at my ass
All my bitches ballin', all the niggas wanna smash
All the niggas
She told you we friends low key we be fucking
She wanna be with me because of the hunnits
A young nigga ballin yes I'm getting buckets
I bet all my
hudba byla droga, tak já bych byl ten nejlepší d-d-dealer
Moje music Underground, jak Need For Speed
Sekám ty flows, cítím se jako Kill Bill
Ballin jako
been ballin' just like Andre Drummond
If you my dog and you solid, put chains on 'em
I remember when police put chains on me
They was locked up, we
Bitches doen nu raar en ze willen met me daten
Ah yeah ah yeah
Zeg die mannen dat we ballen Ballin' Ballin'
Ben hier met me squad daar op de block
Ready for
fallin'
The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'
I'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab
But I could still catch boppers if I
And every breath I breathe until the moment I'm deceased
Will be another moment ballin' as a G
I rip the crowd, then I start again
Eternally I live in sin
had a ball
We use to dance and play
All up and down the hall
We had a portable radio
We was ballin' the jack
We'd be all back in order
When
floors, next week it's the fries
So stick by his side
I know there's dudes ballin', and yeah, that's nice
And they gonna keep callin' and tryin', but you
know better
You should know better than to fuck with me
If you knew better you would do better
We big-ballin' in Holland, Amsterdam my man
I got
from there?
Ballin on all y'all punk ass.
Heh, ha ha!
Picture me rollin, baby.
Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks,
I told y'all niggas when
Dying of thirst
How many sins?
I'm running out
How many sins?
I lost count
Dreams of ballin' like Spalding
But only shotty bounce
The reaper
fallin'
The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'
I'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab
But I could still catch boppers if I
Tight than a motherfucka with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the motherfuckin' Compton streets
Peep, the shit got deep and it was on
Number
and Ballin' the Jack
Then that old Black Bottom 'til they started that Jitterbug Rag
Then across the water came Cuban Pete
He started a boogie
And every breath I breathe until the moment I'm deceased
Will be another moment ballin' as a G
I rip the crowd, then I start again
Eternally I live in sin
floors, next week it's the fries
So stick by his side
I know there's dudes ballin', and yeah, that's nice
And they gonna keep callin' and tryin', but you
one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities
All you bitch ass C.O.'s
Can you niggaz see me from there?
Ballin on y'all punk ass, ahhaahahah!
at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha (a true down-ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)
Well, guess who's movin' up? This nigga's ballin' now
Bitches be callin'
roll and you ballin
Follow the heater because the leader he is haulin'
Ass like Juan Valdez, I think he scared
'Cause my nigga Khujo Goodie got that
how could they blame us
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop ballin' these
Mutha fuckin' g's
If ya got it better flaunt it
Another warrant
and Ballin' the Jack
Then that old black bottom till they started the Jitterbug rag
Then across the water came Cuban Pete he started the boogie to the Rhumba
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