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Ying Yang Twins - Ballin' G's lyrics
Chorus: (d-roc) be ballin g's we get buck all ballin g's just get crunk bitches let me see you ride that dick nigga you got ice than rock that shit real niggas they dont hide they shit we live and die for niggas we ride wit f**k tha fame you can have that shit imma slang an husltin an try to break me a bitch Verse 1: (kaine) I been many places niggas pimpin an niggas playin niggas hustlin niggas lyin an niggas prayin for that allmighty I ride them twenty inch yokohamas in this game nigga I broke ya momma smokin some-a that tropical potent thunder slangin dick knockin hoes down like lumber chancin of u seein this nigga, Stevie Wonder the pope said he wanna come smoke leave ya number (d-roc) one of the realest niggas you looked at trick imma slang an hustle an try an break me a bitch soft ass niggas dont bust like this eightball f**k up all yall when I spit blows like snows in Ohio thats thick catch this come up short like bushwick trick we be known at the slap ridas click we dont chase hoes an hate niggas that ride dick (Chorus) Verse 2: (kaine) w-w-w.m-j-g.com give me the mic an ill give you songs when the beats bumpin give you something for yo streo an benz-o chockin the f**k off endo then go splurgin off something in some over sized excursins livin with a bitch you do nothin but blow herbs when we tally hoe daddy go thats when my niggas say boom boom crack boom boom thats what the trigger say (d-roc) what I deliever make you civil like you was ??? break the skeleton outta mothaf**kas who sellin them shoot legs shootin heads necks an chests first physically hurtin me but nigga the stress hurts I got a red shirt spreadin over this bullshit sometimes I wanna put down this pen and pull this firearm how come you think ??? with my pistol and think I got no killin utensils (kaine) pistol play playin wit me a get ya kidnapped evidence show im just a hustla that know how to rap post up an im gone bleed yo block make it hot til it burn like a nigga sellin rocks dd or one d nigga what the f**k my room of 45's got my back in the cuts ??? join the club I bust all day just as long as a mothaf**ka pay me what I weight hate in my bloodstream smoked out dreams shoot raps through my vein like a nigga was a fiend I told yall niggas we was hard from the start keep enough shit yo blow ya block apart just to say I did that you know who did that that nigga everybody know he in the fat pack moet if it was fly nigga I said it you might regret it if you wet it and you need a medic (Chorus) (d-roc and kaine talkin) |
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