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Ball ft. Lil Wayne

Ball ft. Lil Wayne
4
Average: 4 (1 vote)
Lyrics:

Ok, we walk up in it, b.
Ballin in it, b.
Hoppin out of Lambos and Ferraris in it, b.
Poppin bottles with a thick red supermodel, b.
They may talk a lot of that, but they can’t do a lot of this.
Aight.
Rico told me turn the lights on.
So I grabbed the Audemar and threw the ice on.
I’m lead dog.  I got em pissed off.
A lot of n***a rappin, ain’t none of them raw.
They like, “Hey, look at T.I.
Ballin in the V.I.
Bunch a bad bitches,  wit her lookin like Aaliyah.”
Once you pull up, hop out.
Go in, show out.
Buy the whole bar, pop bottles, go hard.

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt.
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball,
ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt.

Club full of bad bitches and they came to play.
Ok, it must be your ass cause it ain’t your face.
Now if you lookin for them bottles and them stacks girl,
Then make your way up to my section where its at girl.
Ok, now do you wanna kick it wit a nigga wit a mil?
Take your broke n***a, lookin mad, they just got a deal wit it.
Get right, hoe.  Roll the dice, hoe.
You ain’t gotta be a dike if you’d like hoe.
But every day I spit behind the wall,
I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine, and ball.
I got a bunch of money.
So come and get it from me.
And a bucket full of bottles,
Bust it open if you want it.

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt.
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball,
ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt.

Ain’t no n***a like a young money n***a.
Pop that p***y like a gun, pull the trigga.
Shake that ass like a salt shaker.
I keep a L lit up like a elevator.
Bitch, shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse.
I throw that dick like darts.
Drink all muddy, flag all bloody.
I’m killin these hoes like that n***a Ted Bundy.
I’m a good lookin rapper, I ain’t tryin a stunt.
I’m a fire my blunt like Donald Trump.
Where ya at, hoe?  Where ya at, hoe?
Can a n***a stick his key up in your back door?

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt.
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball,
ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt.

Move that thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim.
Come around, wipe it down like Boosie.
Back that thing up for me
And show me that you love me.
If you give it to me girl,
Then you can bring a couple buddies.
Every day I do my thing.
Big stones and chains.
She let me drill all in her mouth no novacaine.
Them other broke n***as all they did was throw the thing.
I can put you on that G4 and show you things.
I like my women fat ass, pretty toes and things.
Long hair, don’t care, long as there’s none down there.
But if its manicured I can have fun down there.
Take me to whatever club throw some money in the air.

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt.
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball,
ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt.

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on October 15, 2012 - 12:14pm
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4
Average: 4 (1 vote)
Lyrics: 

Ok, we walk up in it, b.
Ballin in it, b.
Hoppin out of Lambos and Ferraris in it, b.
Poppin bottles with a thick red supermodel, b.
They may talk a lot of that, but they can’t do a lot of this.
Aight.
Rico told me turn the lights on.
So I grabbed the Audemar and threw the ice on.
I’m lead dog.  I got em pissed off.
A lot of n***a rappin, ain’t none of them raw.
They like, “Hey, look at T.I.
Ballin in the V.I.
Bunch a bad bitches,  wit her lookin like Aaliyah.”
Once you pull up, hop out.
Go in, show out.
Buy the whole bar, pop bottles, go hard.

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt.
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball,
ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt.

Club full of bad bitches and they came to play.
Ok, it must be your ass cause it ain’t your face.
Now if you lookin for them bottles and them stacks girl,
Then make your way up to my section where its at girl.
Ok, now do you wanna kick it wit a nigga wit a mil?
Take your broke n***a, lookin mad, they just got a deal wit it.
Get right, hoe.  Roll the dice, hoe.
You ain’t gotta be a dike if you’d like hoe.
But every day I spit behind the wall,
I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine, and ball.
I got a bunch of money.
So come and get it from me.
And a bucket full of bottles,
Bust it open if you want it.

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt.
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball,
ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt.

Ain’t no n***a like a young money n***a.
Pop that p***y like a gun, pull the trigga.
Shake that ass like a salt shaker.
I keep a L lit up like a elevator.
Bitch, shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse.
I throw that dick like darts.
Drink all muddy, flag all bloody.
I’m killin these hoes like that n***a Ted Bundy.
I’m a good lookin rapper, I ain’t tryin a stunt.
I’m a fire my blunt like Donald Trump.
Where ya at, hoe?  Where ya at, hoe?
Can a n***a stick his key up in your back door?

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt.
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball,
ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt.

Move that thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim.
Come around, wipe it down like Boosie.
Back that thing up for me
And show me that you love me.
If you give it to me girl,
Then you can bring a couple buddies.
Every day I do my thing.
Big stones and chains.
She let me drill all in her mouth no novacaine.
Them other broke n***as all they did was throw the thing.
I can put you on that G4 and show you things.
I like my women fat ass, pretty toes and things.
Long hair, don’t care, long as there’s none down there.
But if its manicured I can have fun down there.
Take me to whatever club throw some money in the air.

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt.
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball,
ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball.
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk.
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt.

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