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Lil' Troy
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Wanna Be A Balla
作词:Willie Anserson, Troy Birklett, Hawk, T Prejean, Bruce Isaac Rhodes, Yungstar
Wanna be a balla, shot caller Twenty inch blades on the Impala A caller gettin' laid tonight Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way But there's got to be a better way A better way, better way, yeah ay
I'm a baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler Blades on Impala, diamond Rottweiler I-10 hauler, not a leader, not follower Break these boys off, I'm a twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight, I'm throwed I'm bouncin off the road, I'm in a modem with them fo' dem Tiny tune, hop out my big body form Chain with the Chong, can't forget Moet along
I'm hot, find me lookin' good, diamonds against my wood Man, it's understood, got money in my hood I'm pushing, big body can't stop me For the nine eight got to sell a million copy
I'ma crawl slow puffin' on the Optimo, hit the sto' I'ma go real slow, puffin indo out the do' I'ma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin' clean Want remote control screens with ice bezeltynes
Wanna be a balla, shot caller Twenty inch blades on the Impala A caller gettin' laid tonight Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way But there's got to be a better way A better way, better way, yeah ay
Big ballin', smashin', makin' my ends Smokin' big killa, gettin' high in the Benz Big ballin', smashin', makin' my ends Smokin' big killa, gettin' high in the Benz
In the wind, smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose Yo' eyes, get froze, as you see my low Candy red, two do', let my top down slow
Hittin' my remote, sittin' in my shit Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit It don't quit, as I get high From K.C. to H-Town, connectin' SouthSide
Now we worldwide, watch me high side Fat Pat blowin' killa, can't be denied 187 thugs, oh yeah, we got love Blowin' sticky green we flow through and above
Wanna be a balla, shot caller Twenty inch blades on the Impala A caller gettin' laid tonight Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way But there's got to be a better way A better way, better way, yeah ay
Sittin' fat down south, rollin' Benz on blocks Mo' scrilla I got, signin' with Shortstop And that's for real, so tell me how you feel To make a million dollars out my first record deal
Shortstop, puttin' up your motherfuckin' ear Really really don't give a fuck and I ain't drinkin' on no beer Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride Trunk hit fo' life, baby, it's SouthSide 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
We on a fuckin' mission, Expedition Navigator That's how we be ridin', alligator suitcasin' Puttin' it in your face and that's for real Shinin' harder than the grill, it's the player Lil' Will
Down with the 2-Low, Yungstar be a thug So nigga, nigga what? I'm down with Mo'Thugs Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's goin' down Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound
Wanna be a balla, shot caller Twenty inch blades on the Impala A caller gettin' laid tonight Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way But there's got to be a better way A better way, better way, yeah ay
I gots to get better, man, it gots to move on Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone Broke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon Used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches
Had to get older, man, it got colder I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder Licks in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan Boys don't understand virtual reality Caravan
Double doors, marble floors, naked hoes around me Every time I'm comin' out, niggaz they wanna sign me Got the Lil' Will diamond grillers [unverified] Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget Den-Den
Boobie diamond rubies, I'm watchin' on a movie Drop the top, it's cotton, and you know I'm in a Jacuzzi Bourbon and I'm swervin', man, it's getting' hot My last name Lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor
Wanna be a balla, shot caller Twenty inch blades on the Impala A caller gettin' laid tonight Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way But there's got to be a better way A better way, better way, yeah ay
I hit the highway, everything's my way, I parlay Everyday all day, ain't no way Boys can't stop as I slide through your neighborhood Chop, chop, chop, headed straight to the top I only play to win, 'bout to close up shop
Showstoppin' dead end, pimp the pen once again Peep the message I send Take these levels that you devils can't comprehend Big 'bout it Benz as I floss through the south Big blue lens now whatcha talkin' about?
Close yo' mouth as I settle all scores Scream and shout my similes and metaphors Mansion doors, I constantly close All you hoes, go and take off your clothes Lord knows, ain't no time to play Commence to fuckin' and a suckin' on the H.A.W.K.
Wanna be a balla, shot caller Twenty inch blades on the Impala A caller gettin' laid tonight Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way But there's got to be a better way A better way, better way, yeah ay
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