starlito - ballin lyrics
i’m ballin ballin ballin b-tch, don’t know what else to call it, sh-t. all these dollars i brought with me. i f-ck around spend all this sh-t. i f-ck around spend all this sh-t. i f-ck around spend all this sh-t. [x2]
i started off f-cked up, finally got my weight up. still trying to figure out, what the f-ck you hating for? when i come around it feel just like an appraisal. independent n-gg- gettin it in just like the majors. counting through the check feel like a n-gg- turning pages. if you were cool you ain’t no more, you’ve done us both a favor. eighties baby, grew up on a pistol and a pager. got a free quarter ounce, i bet a hundred on the lakers.
i should say against them, you know i’m riding with the heat. with the karma stole my box chevy. box of rubbers, box of swisha sweets. still got a b-tch that’ll get your b-tch to leave. switch up freaks like i swap my whips, that sh-t ain’t real as sh-t to me.
i’m ballin ballin ballin b-tch, don’t know what else to call it, sh-t. all these dollars i brought with me. i f-ck around spend all this sh-t. i f-ck around spend all this sh-t. i f-ck around spend all this sh-t. [x2]
screech for no reason, saved by the bell. this b-tch to the right, pretty face, tall, white, with a smile like lisa, big booty diva. broke a brick down, meet a banda there and three hundred for the oz of reefer. twenty five bags of the og kush and the grandaddy perco weakon. zansa tabs in the air, no slab, but thank god for my peep. on the road doing show after show after show and i still eat good all features.
clunking, gold, and tweaking if the streets ain’t got no lean. say they bought like nine fifty for the seal i say i need.
took time, this crooks fine. had bad karma, i shook mine. jab good, slip excellent. uppercut, my hook’s fine. refrigeration, ill-stration, ice on got n-gg-s hating. foreign whip, foreign b-tch. what that is? immigration. overcooked dope bags cocaine if it cook too long then they may complain. dope game both lays won’t say no names, dope made propane, won’t make no change.
from the ghetto us i heard that’s why i’m ballin, i’m ballin. if you’ve got a problem with it i ain’t sorry, i ain’t sorry.
i’m ballin ballin ballin b-tch, don’t know what else to call it, sh-t. all these dollars i brought with me. i f-ck around spend all this sh-t. i f-ck around spend all this sh-t. i f-ck around spend all this sh-t. [x2]
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