Testo Ballin' - Barloe Team feat. Gmilly & Raekeezy
Testo della canzone Ballin' (Barloe Team feat. Gmilly & Raekeezy), tratta dall'album Ballin'
RayKeasy
Milli man
Aight, haha
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Close that door, close that door
You're now listening to the smooth sounds of Freaky Thaddeus
I be ballin', money in my pockets, lookin' stuffed, my pants fallin'
Pistol on my hip, it make me limp, I'm barely walkin'
Loud in my blunt and it's strong, got me coughin'
Run up on me if you want to, you gon' need a coffin
Money in my pockets, lookin' stuffed, my pants fallin'
Pistol on my hip, it make me limp, I'm barely walkin'
Loud in my blunt and it's strong, got me coughin'
Run up on me if you want to, you gon' need a coffin
All I smoke is loud, yeah, that sticky shit
I got two bitches on they knees, they on that freaky shit
Bitch, I'm all about my money, I'm on that schemin' shit
I feel hotter than the devil, on that demon shit
I pull on your block with that Glock
Thirty-one rounds in that Glock (boom, boom)
I pull back the trigger and bullets start flyin'
And your body drop (man down, man down)
Your bitch fell in love with the gang, you huggin' and lovin' a thot
Your biatch, she good with her brain, you steady be kissin' that thot
A young nigga feelin' like Lucci, all of my niggas is one
Fuck around and run it up, I'm finna go get a new gun
Can't put my trust in nobody, I put my trust in my gun
One in the head with my gun, one to your head and you done
I be ballin', money in my pockets, lookin' stuffed, my pants fallin'
Pistol on my hip, it make me limp, I'm barely walkin'
Loud in my blunt and it's strong, got me coughin'
Run up on me if you want to, you gon' need a coffin
Money in my pockets, lookin' stuffed, my pants fallin'
Pistol on my hip, it make me limp, I'm barely walkin'
Loud in my blunt and it's strong, got me coughin'
Run up on me if you want to, you gon' need a coffin
And I ain't with the talkin', you play with me
You sleep with fish and no Miami dolphin
These niggas talkin' crazy 'til they get put in a coffin
She say, "Milli, you ballin'?" I say, "
Bitch, I do this often, what you talkin'?"
All of you niggas gon' act up 'til I fuck around and mask up
You such a broke boy, get your cash up
I kidnap your bitch and I smash her
I smoke on that loud, you smoke midget
The sauce that I drip so exquisite
If it ain't my style, then what is it?
It's probably this dick to these bitches
And all these fuck niggas, they so fugazi
You can't get no cash if you bein' lazy
I'm not no PlayStation, you cannot play me
And all this fuck shit, man, I cannot take it
So when I wake up, I be wake and bakin'
They say I be ballin' Dwayne Bacon
You can't get no fame, I won't let you take it
I see that they doubt me, but I'ma make it
I be ballin', money in my pockets, lookin' stuffed, my pants fallin'
Pistol on my hip, it make me limp, I'm barely walkin'
Loud in my blunt and it's strong, got me coughin'
Run up on me if you want to, you gon' need a coffin
Money in my pockets, lookin' stuffed, my pants fallin'
Pistol on my hip, it make me limp, I'm barely walkin'
Loud in my blunt and it's strong, got me coughin'
Run up on me if you want to, you gon' need a coffin
Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Jay Jenkins, Antoine Kearney, Demetrius Ellerbee
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