Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Ballin', artist - Lil' Flip. Date of issue: 16.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Still Ballin' |
| Still ballin' |
| Ye, we still ballin' |
| Still ballin', haha |
| Ye, real definition of ballin' |
| I’m still ballin', like trick daddy and pac |
| Pullin' up in the big do' caddy drop |
| So top that, I bet you can’t cop that |
| I let you niggas eat, now I want my spot back |
| Nigga, I the streets, I bring the heat |
| Yo bitch can’t be a muslim, because she suckin' me |
| Balls, cuz I crawl, down to see ya’ll smokin' |
| I even get love, way down in Oakland |
| Feel my pain, and feel my shit |
| Give me ten minutes, I’ll give ya a hit |
| Just give me a drawin', give me a kick |
| And watch me drop some tight ass shit |
| Still ballin', we change to diamonds you knw they still callin' |
| Twenty inch sprewells still crawlin' |
| So that mean lil flip is ballin' |
| I know you see the car, you see the ride |
| You look in my eyes, you see I’m high |
| The niggas beef, thinkin' I’m slippin' |
| But the reason I’m up, is I ain’t sippin' |
| I used to have a golden smile |
| Now I fuck wit golden child |
| I went to school, I graduated |
| Nineteen ninety nine I navigated |
| Jumpin' out the lincoln, iceberg swaggin' |
| Yeah I got money, so it ain’t really braggin' |
| Niggas be hatin', over hoes that I’m datin' |
| I’m freestylin', this is demonstration |
| Bitch ass niggas wanna act like they hard |
| Everybody in the world, know you fraud |
| Oh, you too old for that shit, you need to grow the fuck up |
| Nah, but on the real you need to blow the fuck up |
| Or shut the fuck up, and get out the game |
| Cuz I’m michael Jordan, and I want another rang |
| And I know you mad, cuz I’m the champion |
| I know you like to stirred, but it can’t be done |
| Bitch! |
| Haha, still ballin' |
| Haha, it’s ya boi lil flip |
| This the new underground shit |
| Straight freestyles shit |
| Niggas ain’t on that battle rap shit no mo |
| Sell some records |
| You can be the best battler nigga |
| But if you can’t sell no records, they gon drop ya |
| Now battle that |
| Platinum record, one single |
| I run the south, biatch |
| Shout out to my niggas Play-n-Skillz |
| Motherfuckin' Dallas, Houston connection |
| We ballin', nigga |
| Feel me, screwed up Texas |
| You know how we do |