| Ask what we’re doing, just ballin
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| Trying to keep my bills straight stacking never fallin
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| Caddy or a Lex, trying to hit the next plateau
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| Flex with the roll droppin drooly go-go's
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| I was smoking B’s since I was a po po
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| Got the pimp to my soul, so I’ll pimp till I’m old
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| Hold on for a minute let me call my you know (you know)
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| Over Chorus
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| There I go steppin out the Caddy or a Lexus, doing my thing
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| Just Ballin' trying to hit the next plateau
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| Flexin roll rolls droppin drooly go-go's
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| Smoking b’s
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| You know about uno, two hoes let us flex slow, to the front row
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| You know when the hoes be fallin down, think with instinction get attention
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| Should I mention, let a baller long lead that dragon staggin lidow
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| But let me proceed to approach the widow, simple complicated like riddle
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| Can’t smoke a «b» without no weed in it though
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| Pimp ala 'g' got her face in the pillow, but really though
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| Ain’t got no time for a silly ho cause I gotta page everybody and I’m like
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| Really yo
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| Brother’s start takin so I dial until I hit the last number
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| Three bad girls from last summer
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| La da da drink that we sipped in the hummer
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| Meet me on the shore cause a nigga got drummer
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| I’m still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs
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| Hanging with the thugs and um, conversation too raw
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| Bumping all the hoes you saw, never overrest can’t go against law
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| Um, shimmy shaw
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| Hoppin out the Lex with an arm full of pretty hoes
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| Put the Caddy to the side, do you wanna smoke and ride
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| Cause you heard that a playa just went gone
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| Cause I attact all the pretty hoes
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| Don Mack and it’s on with the pretty clothes
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| And I set off the click like a centerfold
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| When I’m in the mall, take a pull of the overdose of indow
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| Light tint on the window, holler at the last one to bag one
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| You get this «b», take a pull and I pass one
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| Roll on my wrist and escape when I flash my bad ass hoes all the fast ass
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| Hoes
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| I take a pose so call the ho fro
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| 7 after 4 go Lex in my mode, mm-mm-mm if only they know
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| When I get blowed slappin that show
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| ]From the C-H-I-C-A-G-O, AKA better known as Belo
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| Cause I’m still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs
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| Hanging with the thugs and um, conversation too raw
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| Bumping all the hoes you saw, never overrest can’t go against law
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| It was Don Perignon I was sippin
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| Now, bout, 4 or 5 girls I was pimpin
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| Now, this weed got me laughing and trippin
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| Slippin clippin, smash riding the tippin
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| Talk about the niggas in the game that was flippin
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| Violated for the thing they say after dippin
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| But squash this, see it’s all about the ballin
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| All the stars and the juice that a nigga be flexin
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| With the 5 double O without the fins on your Lexus
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| Make the hoes write your taxes
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| Keep it real so they know what your checkin
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| Need to protection, for disrepectin a pescar recollectin
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| Baby girl need some action
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| Well, she can meet me at the crib for her lesson
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| Smell the ass in and the weed smellin fresh and
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| Shotguns in the chest and check out the blowed expression
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| I wasn’t really undressin, it’s more than you’re askin
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| I’m at the click hittin acid
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| And I’m still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs
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| Hanging with the thugs havin conversation in the raw
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| Bumping all the hoes you saw, never choose red over law
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| Chorus out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Just Ballin , by - Do Or Die. Song from the album Headz Or Tailz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп