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chingy – balla baby (remix) [bonus track]other songs:dem jeans lyrics

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yeah, yeah. this for my ballers world-wide, state to state,
city to city, ballers ballers. let’s do this, dirty.
remix. you know, ching-a-ling.
you know how i do it: representing st. louis.
put your hands up, put your hands up.

[chorus – chingy]

i’m a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
where the ballers at?
shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
where the shotcaller’s at?
you a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
where the ballers at?
fake player, afraid i’ll take your lady.
where the shotcallers at?

[verse 1 – chingy]

i got the pots up in the kitchen,
i’m just a baller pitching-in my division.
yes, me coming, some people be like dissing
my 26 rims like full moons, they be glistening.

so yes i got my eye for these chicks when i’m dishing.
the critics be talking, i walk past and start hissing.
looking at my wrists, and shooting them b-lls in detroit like i play for the pistons.

baby if you listening, i’m a’ tour so much,
folks say i’m missing, gettin’.
this baller s-k-in’, i be running around with it, spitting it.

the hood in here, a lotta ballers drop down in here,
i wish you would in here, we smoke good in here.

moving through your hood shining,
keep yellow, i’m gonna wear blue diamonds,
look mellow, allways be grinding, rhyming-
i get 50 thou’ for an in-store signing, cause i’m a

[chorus – chingy]

i’m a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
where the ballers at?
shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
where the shotcaller’s at?
you a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
where the ballers at?
fake player, afraid i’ll take your lady.
where the shotcallers at?

[verse 2 – lil’ flip]

it ain’t nuthing to a boss,
that’s why i spent three hundred on a cross!
pink and yellow, that’s the combination.
i know a skinny rapper out here player hating.

cause i got thirty blocks on my resume,
i got my own liquor, why he drinking alizee?
me and chingy got the pop charts on lock,
but i still get respect on my own block.

n-gg-rs try to take my money, but i bounce back,
three cribs, one viper, and a mayback.
i’m like, baby, you can call me the birdman.
but i’m the boss, i don’t hustle on the curb, man.

now everybody in my crib got a clover chain,
so even when i’m not around, they promote the name.
i’m lil’ flip, rapping h-town ’till i’m gone.
i took a trip to amsterdam smoking out a bomb,
a baller, baby!

[chorus – chingy]

i’m a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
where the ballers at?
shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
where the shotcaller’s at?
you a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
where the ballers at?
fake player, afraid i’ll take your lady.
where the shotcallers at?

[verse 3 – boozie]

that’s me, that’s right, i’ve got a bentley for sure,
a hundred million in the bank, plus i’m getting some more.

i’m the type of dude, moving more product than stores.
i’m a cook it in the kitchen for the price of the room.

i’ve got black diamonds, quarter million biller on sh-r-.
on a white sandy beach with kickers and wh-r-s.

said i’m on another level that you can’t afford:
princess cuts, round diamonds, and getting more.

that’s why i shoot my dice four thousand or more,
cause my price at work sure be on soar.

that’s why we need a hundred grand for at stores,
’cause i won’t settle for nothing less than more.

[chorus – chingy]

i’m a baller (baller), highroller, baby.
where the ballers at?
shotcaller (caller), driving chickens crazy.
where the shotcaller’s at?
you a hater (hater), why you trying to play me?
where the ballers at?
fake player, afraid i’ll take your lady.
where the shotcallers at?

- chingy lyrics

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