Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ball, artist - T.I..
Date of issue: 07.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ball |
Okay we walk off in this bitch |
Ballin' in this bitch |
Hoppin' out of Lambos and Ferraris in this bitch |
Poppin' bottles with a thick red super model bitch |
They may talk a lot of that but they can’t do alot of this |
Ay, Rico told me turn the lights on |
So I grab the Audemar and threw the ice on |
I’m a big dawg, got em pissed off |
A lot of niggas rapping, ain’t none this raw |
They like, eh look at T.I., ballin' in the V.I. |
Bunch of bad bitches with a look-alike Aaliyah |
We just 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 |
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt |
The club full of bad bitches and they came to play |
Okay it must be your eye cause it ain’t your face |
Now if you looking for them bottles and them stacks girl |
You make your way up to my section where it’s at girl |
Okay do you wanna kick it with a nigga with a meal ticket |
Broke nigga looking mad, they just gotta deal with it |
Get right hoe, roll a dice hoe |
And oyu ain’t gotta be a dyke cause you like hoe |
But everyday I step behind a 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, buss it open |
If you wanna get drunk |
Ain’t no nigga like a Young Money nigga |
Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger |
Shake that ass like a salt shaker |
I keep a L lit up like an 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 nigga Ted Bundy |
I’m a good looking rapper, I ain’t tryna stunt |
I’m a fire my blunt like Donald Trump |
Where you at hoe? |
Where you at hoe? |
Can a nigga stick his key up in ya back door |
Tunechi |
And do ya thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim |
And come around, wipe me down like Boosie dem |
That thang up for me, show me that you love me |
If it’s really too much for you you can bring a couple buddies |
Everyday I do my thang, big stones and chains |
She let me drill all in her mouth, no novacane |
Them other broke niggas, all they did was told ya thangs |
I could get ya on that G4 and show ya thangs |
I like my women fat, ass pretty toes and thing |
Long hair don’t care as long as none down there |
If it’s manicured I can have fun down there |
Take you to whatever club throw some money in the air |