Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Ballin', artist - Cobra
Date of issue: 28.12.2009
Song language: English
Big Ballin' |
I’m stangin' licks |
And hustlin' thick |
I’m stangin' licks |
And hustlin' thick |
I’m stangin' licks, hustlin' thick every day |
A thugged out balla winning every way |
Watching out for the haters, I see 'em comin' |
When they move in four pound got 'em runnin' |
Laws look in my range like they wanna blast me |
But then they see the ice and drive right past me |
Riding solo, stepping out of my ride |
So much bling as though I get |
Hustla gotta switch his eyes |
I switch rides to my six-forty-five, face pounding |
So many gals calling my cell I can’t count 'em |
I answer for this call, yella and a Asian thing |
My lifestyle got em buzzin me time and time again |
I’m loving this |
It’s like heavn on Earth |
Sometimes I think I got it for what it’s worth |
But what did mama say? |
Oh yeah, I ralized she said |
Heaven’s the best, could it be better than this? |
I’m stangin' licks |
And hustlin' thick |
I’m stangin' licks |
And hustlin' thick |
My hustler hill, a seven whip garage |
Sometimes them entices a opposition barrage |
Six cars inside, for different situations |
Three disclosed, the rest use imagination |
Heavenless, the way I ball |
Priceless, like the paintings on the wall |
My twenties crawl through the streets as I ride |
The sound out my speakers scream cause my diamonds freezing time |
And dash navigator is my key mast |
Seat back, head out, and a maze ball cap |
Ballin', deep in the cut |
Chrome spinning, right bottom, livin' up |
Blazin', I’m on a level never felt |
Paper stacking so high make the ozone melt |
Candy factory, that’s how it’s going down |
Except add in a box for shaking the ground |
I’m stangin' licks |
And hustlin' thick |
I’m stangin' licks |
And hustlin' thick |