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Ball ft. Lil Wayne

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

on April 3, 2012 - 10:37am
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4.666665
Average: 4.7 (3 votes)
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Here Ye, Hear Ye ft. Sk8brd

on October 20, 2011 - 10:43am
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4.826085
Average: 4.8 (23 votes)
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I'm Flexin' Ft. Big K.R.I.T.

on September 29, 2011 - 8:00pm
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Average: 4.9 (14 votes)
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We Don't Get Down Like Y'all (Feat. B.o.B)

on June 29, 2011 - 8:00pm
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4.88889
Average: 4.9 (9 votes)
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B.o.B:
We don’t get down like y’all
(na na na na na)
We don’t get down like y’all
(sucka nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all

Verse:
Hey, it’s been a lot of back and forth over this and that/
So I don’t pick the bubble no more, I just get a fact/
Listen pimpin', let me tell you what the business is/
Ya'll and us- I’m a tell you what the difference is/
See, we old school, you just old news/
We used to move blow, and you just blow, dude/
See, we the talk of the town, me and my whole crew/
You run around town, gossip like the hoe do/
See, you name drop when nobody knows you/
We get them lames out our section like we supposed to/
My crew we cop the Bentley, Brooklyn, and the road too/
You give her roses- I’m the one she brings the rose to/
So you say you’re shinin’ well I guess I’m shinin’ more/
So high up I’m soaring thirty and I’m like a dinosaur/
Carnivore, meat eater, g's they respect/
Me to you like comparing a vet to a cadet, nigga/
(haa!!)

Chorus:
We don’t get down like y’all
I ball, I do-
You talk, I’m real
You flaw (pussy nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all (sucka nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all

Verse:
Don’t call it a comeback/
Again ride been from the fed pen/
Pull up on them suckers, pop the trunk, and tell them get in/
Thought I lost a step but guess again/
Back to ballin, getting bread, bringing checks in/
Yeah, like we did on my last case/
I show you how to make a blessin’ out of bad breaks/
Ay, let me set you niggas’ ass straight/
Hoes want they clothes back, listen up, fag bait/
Them hot pants bad for your prostate/
Lime green, hot pink, a drag queen hot date/
In stores asking for the same size the bitches buy/
They say it’s here, but where I’m from we call it sissified

Chorus:
We don’t get down like y’all
I ball, I do-
You talk, I’m real
You flaw (pussy nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all (sucka nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all

Verse:
Ay, before us there was none/
After us, no more there ever be/
This the greatest show on earth you ever see/
Still do it for my niggas in the streets getting to it/
Blowing money like my nigga Big Meech used to do it/
Say we blowing money fast, big old money bag/
Three four hundred carats just to make them suckas mad/
Back in the saddle, the winner of every battle/
Been the best since I was rapping in a rattle- word travel/
As you comment on the rumors or what have you, beware dude/
Prayer can’t prepare you- how dare you/
Disrespect my presence peasant I will tear you/
A new one, I poop on your egos and move on/
Rolls Royce, back seat, no Grey Poupon/
A true don, three piece polishing of suit on/
Peon, see it ain’t no neon in my new one/
Tear the truth on every song i spew on (blaww!!)

Chorus:
We don’t get down like y’all
I ball, I do-
You talk, I’m real
You flaw (pussy nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all (sucka nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all

PUSSY NIGGA

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