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Featuring fat pat hawk liland' will yungstar
Chorus: liland' troy
Wanna be a baller shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight gotta spray my ice
I hit the hiiighway making money the flyyyy way
But thereand's got to be a bett er wayy!
A better way better way yeah ahhhh
[yungstar]
Iand'ma baller iand'ma twenty inch crawler
Blades on impala, diamond rottweiller
Octane hauler, not a leader not follower
Break these boys off iand'ma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, iand'm outta sight iand'm throwed
Iand'm bouncin off the road iand'm in a modem with them foe dem
Tiny tune -- hop out my big body form
Chain with the chong, canand't forget moet along
Iand'm hot, find me lookin good, diamonds against my wood
Man itand's understood -- got money in my hood
Iand'm pushing big body canand't stop me
For the nine-eight got to sell a million copy
Iand'ma crawl slow puffin on the optimo hit the stoand'
Iand'ma go real slow -- puffin indo out the doand'
Iand'ma lit the stash green, man iand'm 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
Yoand' eyes, get froze, as you see my low
Candy-red, two-doand', let my top down slow
Hittin, my remote, sittin, in my shit
Presidential v-12 with that amg kit
It donand't quit, as i get high
From k.c. to h-town, connectin southside
Now we worldwide, watch me highside
Fat pat blowin killa, canand't be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah we got love
Blowin sticky green we flow through and above
Chorus
[liland' will]
Sittinand' fat down south, rollin benz on blocks
Moand' scrilla i got, signin with shortstop
And thatand's for real, so tell me how you feel
To make a million dollars out my first record deal
Shortstop -- puttin up your motherfuckin ear
Really really donand't give a fuck and i ainand't drinkin on no beer
Codeine what i sip, pistol grip when i ride
Trunk hit foand' life baby itand's southside
We on a fuckin mission expedition navigator
Thatand's how we be ridin, alligator suitcasin
Puttin it in your face, and thatand's for real
Shinin harder than the grill itand's the player liland' will
Down with the 2-low, yungstar be a thug
So nigga nigga what? iand'm down with my own thugs
Moand' thugs in the pound, you know itand's 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 dope 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 donand't understand virtual reality caravan
Double doors marble floors naked hoes around me
Everytime iand'm comin out, niggaz they wanna sign me
Got the liland' will diamond grillers ??
Blaze in the benz and you canand't forget the den
The boo went down to ruebenand's, iand'm watchin on a movie
Drop the top itand's cotton, and you know iand'm in a jacuzzi
Bourban and iand'm swervin, man itand's gettin hot
My last name lemmon, drive my tightand'um off the lot, david taylor
Chorus
[hawk]
I hit the highway
Everythingand's my way, i par-le
Everyday all day, ainand't no way
Boys canand't 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 canand't comprehend
Big bout it benz -- as i floss through the south
Big blue lens -- now whatcha talkin about?
Close yoand' 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 -- ainand't no time to play
Commence to fuckin and-a suckin on the h.a.w.k.
Chorus
Lil' Troy
Wanna Be A Baller
Wanna Be A Baller
Featuring fat pat hawk liland' will yungstar
Chorus: liland' troy
Wanna be a baller shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight gotta spray my ice
I hit the hiiighway making money the flyyyy way
But thereand's got to be a bett er wayy!
A better way better way yeah ahhhh
[yungstar]
Iand'ma baller iand'ma twenty inch crawler
Blades on impala, diamond rottweiller
Octane hauler, not a leader not follower
Break these boys off iand'ma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, iand'm outta sight iand'm throwed
Iand'm bouncin off the road iand'm in a modem with them foe dem
Tiny tune -- hop out my big body form
Chain with the chong, canand't forget moet along
Iand'm hot, find me lookin good, diamonds against my wood
Man itand's understood -- got money in my hood
Iand'm pushing big body canand't stop me
For the nine-eight got to sell a million copy
Iand'ma crawl slow puffin on the optimo hit the stoand'
Iand'ma go real slow -- puffin indo out the doand'
Iand'ma lit the stash green, man iand'm 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
Yoand' eyes, get froze, as you see my low
Candy-red, two-doand', let my top down slow
Hittin, my remote, sittin, in my shit
Presidential v-12 with that amg kit
It donand't quit, as i get high
From k.c. to h-town, connectin southside
Now we worldwide, watch me highside
Fat pat blowin killa, canand't be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah we got love
Blowin sticky green we flow through and above
Chorus
[liland' will]
Sittinand' fat down south, rollin benz on blocks
Moand' scrilla i got, signin with shortstop
And thatand's for real, so tell me how you feel
To make a million dollars out my first record deal
Shortstop -- puttin up your motherfuckin ear
Really really donand't give a fuck and i ainand't drinkin on no beer
Codeine what i sip, pistol grip when i ride
Trunk hit foand' life baby itand's southside
We on a fuckin mission expedition navigator
Thatand's how we be ridin, alligator suitcasin
Puttin it in your face, and thatand's for real
Shinin harder than the grill itand's the player liland' will
Down with the 2-low, yungstar be a thug
So nigga nigga what? iand'm down with my own thugs
Moand' thugs in the pound, you know itand's 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 dope 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 donand't understand virtual reality caravan
Double doors marble floors naked hoes around me
Everytime iand'm comin out, niggaz they wanna sign me
Got the liland' will diamond grillers ??
Blaze in the benz and you canand't forget the den
The boo went down to ruebenand's, iand'm watchin on a movie
Drop the top itand's cotton, and you know iand'm in a jacuzzi
Bourban and iand'm swervin, man itand's gettin hot
My last name lemmon, drive my tightand'um off the lot, david taylor
Chorus
[hawk]
I hit the highway
Everythingand's my way, i par-le
Everyday all day, ainand't no way
Boys canand't 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 canand't comprehend
Big bout it benz -- as i floss through the south
Big blue lens -- now whatcha talkin about?
Close yoand' 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 -- ainand't no time to play
Commence to fuckin and-a suckin on the h.a.w.k.
Chorus
