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c murder - i'm a baller lyrics

(feat. mac, t-bo & xl)

chorus 2x: xl
i’m know they see me coming
i’m a baller
just cuz i got money they wanna lock me up tonight

[verse one: c-murder]
i know you see me coming
i just left the dungen with handcuffs on me
but you aint my homie what
i’m on a paper chase you trying to take my place
f-ck they system that’s right (d-mn c-murder dissed them)
you see me on tv, court tv
take my freedom from me but i’m still gonna be a g
locked down to free thats me the miller boy
chrome carrier i’ll burry ya but i’m smooth
you couldn’t fit my shoes
i make the news on a regular
six? burry ya scary ya
you don’t wanna mess with me
that means i get the ski mask and x your -ss whoa!
for real though i’m looking for a reason
cuz in the calliope it’s duck hunting season
my mama say boy you better let it go
but i’m gonna pull an r kelly and keep it on the down low whoa!

chorus 2x: xl

[verse two: mac]
take a shot take these n-gg-s in the pace
me and my doggs hangin’ them like drapes let me say this
ain’t no love if you transparent
you also know is week who to put these n-gg-s to sleep
sh-ts deep proverts is what i’m speaking cussing like puerto ricans
buss them till you leaking i sound like who?
world war iii you don’t wanna start me n-gg-
gt is where my m-th-f-ckin heart be n-gg-
i’m a lion king ducking with a gat in my hand
little kid would you like to be a murder man
soulja rag on my eye soulja?
b-tch n-gg-s try to stop me i reverse the game whoa!

chorus 2x: xl

[verse three: t-bo]
got d-mn them b-tches hate when you up
and got a couple of bucks and hate you when you broke
what is this what the f-ck?
i like candy benz and pointing in trims and big ole trucks
dollars to tip strippers couple of chickens to pluck
you must be sick in the head if you think i do this for ya’ll
i do this for my family, i do this to ball
and i promise ya’ll when i hit the top i never gone fall
back down to the bottom again b-tch i’m never gone fall
i got 10 whips 20 chicks and a house made of bricks
one gold mouth piece especally made for talking sh-t
till you rock those big chains trying to catch cracker slim
put on your track shoes?

chorus: xl

till fade

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