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Z-Ro - We Ballin lyrics
f/ Young Chris (*talking*) Young Chris, worldwide What we doing Ro [Hook: Z-Ro] Balling, when you see us in them streets We'll be crawling, sipping drank and smoking sweets Shot calling, making paper till we die U-Hauling, with them chickens that don't fly [Young Chris] Pull up in the low-low, everything slow-mo The Lex the four do', Perellis the low crow If you on nineteens, you need mo' and that's for real Diamond in the back, bumper kits and fifth wheel When I flip it's a thrill, I give eye by sheers Watching out for my paint, cause five coats gon spill I sprayed wetter than wetter, from South Coast up to San McGregor 4's poking trunk open, showing chinese leathers From a friend to a pen, standing next to Lick Land I be damned if I'm slipping, I got that hot shit in my hand Jealous fellas gon knock us, certified show stoppers And most boppers they gon bop us, when we pull up on choppas I'm screened up tinted mayn, watch me slide fo' lanes And I'ma swing and swang, and let the back end hang And I still like a tame, young playas we doing thangs Just like Z-Ro saying, nigga balling mayn [Hook: Z-Ro] [Z-Ro] When I ball, it be like twenty G's up in my pocket When I ball anything I want, I'm able to cop it Cause when I ball it's to the point, to where they think that we broke But I still be popping up on the scene, on a new set of spokes Cause I'm a real ass nigga, in the field ass nigga Eagle talons and hollows, up in my steel ass nigga S.U.C. for life I love it, wouldn't trade it for nothing Creeping and crawling on swangas, or might be blades with buttons Gucci from head to toe, I'm looking sharp enough to cut ya Gangsta strutting on hatas, cause ain't no love for bustas Roll with us or get rolled over, we gon show you how it go Young Chris done hooked up with the partna, from Ridgemont 4 And it's gravy that's how we ball, on cutters that's how we crawl And never ever ever ever, that's how we fall Check my track record baby, I've been balling a while Diamonds all on my pinky and neck, all in my smile [Hook: Z-Ro] [Young Chris] When I ball if you don't like me, it's fa sho you gon knock it And when the diamonds get to shining, shit I know you gon want it Z-Ro and Young Chris, we ain't balling baby Check the track record nigga, we been balling lately Coming down on a daily baby, thought we was broke Followed behind that Z-Ro, and bo'poking on spokes Now you can still knock us, dick riders they still jock us Ain't a damn thang changed, switching lanes on choppas We dub riders, your ordinary Southsiders We balling for real, Southsive and that's for live Today is the day we ball, the next time balling out of control Crawling 4's up on the scene, valet falling up out the do' Driving reckless through Texas, I shine from my wrist and necklace It's Chris the youngest one, I'm well protected We be balling daily, never falling baby Check the incoming calls, boppers calling baby [Hook: Z-Ro] |
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