- Lil Troy Wanna Be A Baller 歌詞
- Lil Troy
- [Chorus: Fat Pat]
Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
But theres got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!
A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH
[Yungstar]
Ima -- baller, Ima twenty inch crawler
Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller
I-10 hauler, not a leader not follower
Break these boys off Ima twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, Im outta sight Im throwed
Im bouncin off the road Im in a modem with them foe dem
Tiny tune -- hop out my big body form
Chain with the chong, cant forget Moet along
Im hot , find me lookin good, diamonds against my wood
Man its understood -- got money in my hood
Im pushing big body cant stop me
For the nine-eight got to sell a million copy
Ima crawl slow puffin on the Optimo hit the sto
Ima go real slow -- puffin indo out the do
Ima lit the stash green, man Im lookin clean
Want remote control screens with ice bezeltynes
[Chorus]
[Fat Pat]
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, inmy ****
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
It dont quit, as I get high
from K.C. to H-Town, connectin SouthSide
Now we worldwide, watch me highside
Fat Pat blowin killa, cant be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah we got love
Blowin sticky green we flow through and above
[Chorus]
[Lil Will]
Sittin Fat Down South, rollin Benz on blocks
Mo scrilla I got, signin with Shortstop
And thats for real, so tell me how you feel
to make a million dollars out my first record deal
Shortstop - - puttin up your **********in ear
Really really dont give a **** and I aint drinkin on no beer
Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride
Trunk hit fo life baby its SouthSide
We on a ****in mission Expedition Navigator
Thats how we be ridin, alligator suitcasin
Puttin it in your face, and thats for real
Shinin harder than the grill its the player Lil Will
Down with the 2-Low, Yungstar be a thug
So ***** ***** what? Im down with MoThugs
MoThugs an da Bone , you know its goin down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound
[Chorus]
[Yungstar]
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 **** 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 dont understand virtual reality Caravan
Double doors marble floors naked hoes around me
Everytime Im comin out, *****z they wanna sign me
Got the Lil Will diamond grillers ??
Blaze in the Benz and you cant forget Den-Den
Boobie diamond Rubys, Im watchin on a movie
Drop the top its cotton, and you know Im in a jacuzzi
Bourban and Im swervin, man its gettin hot
My last name Lemmon, drive my tightum off the lot, David Taylor
[Chorus]
[Hawk]
I hit the highway
Everythings my way, I par-le
Everyday all day , aint no way
Boys cant 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 cant 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 contstantly close
All you hoes -- go and take off your clothes
Lord knows -- aint no time to play
Commence to ****in and-a suckin on the H.A.W.K.
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