| you in a balla race
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| trying to get all in a ballas face
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| workin your hips at a balla pace
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| wanna see how sweet a balla taste
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| you in a balla place
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| -Andre Nickatina
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| man ima semi automatic
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| gotta get the cabbage
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| but if it werent for the religion man there wasnt a habit
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| work those heels make sure they dont break
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| how much dope can a sucka witch make
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| rollercoaster baby let them ride
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| do what you do but dont break your stride
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| 4 door car seven Las Vegas nights
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| a gator so new that it still might bite
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| i need money 'cause i run red lights
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| my super witch is super tight
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| man you could of been foolin me
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| trying to give me fake jewelry
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| rap cat trying to choose and feed
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| peel bread now you loosin me
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| clam stolen its golden and im rollin
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| and im holdin on a knot so fat she said «Nicky do you love that»
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| in the mirror with a weed sack
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| i hurt her butt i didnt answer back
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| man i like that lil flute
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| the rhyming of ridin nute
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| i think im gonna wear my carmel suit
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| with a brown tie and them matchin boots
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| aint that the truth
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| girl your vision this like chess
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| windows down and nothing less
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| freak we can ball out
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| never have a fall out
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| roll around town no doubt with the mo' god of khan
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| have that dosie have that cobana
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| have that prada and sean jean
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| you in a balla race
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| trying to get all in a ballas face
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| workin your hips at a balla pace
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| wanna see how sweet a balla taste
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| you in a balla place
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| -Equipto
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| man everything fast
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| talk about bread but everything cash
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| divide the dividence divide the livinish
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| mo high than a lil bit
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| gotta split the game and lace some wit it
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| me and dreez got a race to finish
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| a relay wut we play
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| dj dont waste a minute
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| the way she pop it for profits
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| tricks they open their wallets
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| and plus they callin right after
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| my beezy stay in and pop it
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| i got it down to assign so back in my hand
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| i just dont rap for fans
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| ima do it like char, Hawaii, hoe in an arm
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| hey, three more in the car
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| -Andre Nickatina
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| baby i craddled this like air jordan dunks the carolina
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| im right behind ya, trying to find ya, and i remind ya
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| man excuse me
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| my mouth kiss like an uzi
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| if you choose me
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| 'cause i look past all that beauty
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| 'cause you destin to have beauty
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| and your sherly temples are like candy swirles
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| man all up in here is candy girls
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| straight bring your freinds along if they got a car
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| and if they up to par
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| be’cause my mouthpeice is fast like a rabbit
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| aint so slow you think you can grab it
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| even a magician think its magic
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| the way its all wrapped up in a package
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| baby its a ballas race
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| -Equipto
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| like Tour De France
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| all in a rush you know who to pass
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| hop on the bus explore the math
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| but the homies aint here ill party yak out
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| on your mark get set
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| your heat can ball first but he aint no threat
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| and i can bet that on the past life
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| your shit last place for the last time
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| out of line out of time out of mind out of pocket
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| block your mind from the gossip
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| its a new day roll tough wit my hoes
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| and they can show you how to pop it, that coochie
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| you lost your pace
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| they never had takes to the boss sauce all in your face
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| with no time to waste
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| so let me see you chase the bread
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| before you get replaced
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| you in a balla race
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| trying to get all in a ballas face
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| workin your hips at a balla pace
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| wanna see how sweet a balla taste
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| you in a balla place |