Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ballin, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 20.09.2011
Song language: English
Ballin |
| Raj Smoove, ooo boy |
| Raj Smoove the Greatest DJ in the world |
| I Wear a mean dark pair of shades |
| And you cant see my eyes unless my head is bent |
| We stay high on that 5 0 4 shit (New Orleans) |
| Some day I all the time and you know this |
| We stay high on that 5 0 4 shit (New Orleans) |
| Some day I all the time and you know this |
| Look straight out of the garage on a hog and you know i redo the insides like |
| the morgue (x3) |
| The coup blue like that dude on mars |
| Ridin with the bitch prettier than the da barge |
| Mommy want a soldier baby im a sarge if you cant have me but cant have a menarge |
| Now rub me wrong and fuck up my massage and these flowers for the dead better |
| get them a cizarge |
| Yea, head nigga enlarge and every thing i do i San Deigo charge |
| While you niggas just starve, im eating so much imma fuck around and barf |
| And red is the color of my scarf, and understand to a giant your a dwarf |
| My flows goin off, im so sick all i gotta do is cough |
| We stay high on that 5 0 4 shit (New Orleans) |
| Some day I all the time and you know this |
| We stay high on that 5 0 4 shit (New Orleans) |
| Some day I all the time and you know this |
| Bitch I come from the bottum of the map, New Orleans, Louisana we love to pack |
| gats, we love to count stacks, we love pump pack, love killin the track, Me, |
| Wayne, Roney, and Mack |
| This some Hollygrove shit here and imma bang it in your ear till you get it |
| clear |
| Ya heard that, thats my word and i meant that, dont tempt me i leave your bitch |
| up in your bentley, believe me |
| (Roney) |
| Its Roney nigga back in the game, straight off the block baggin the game |
| Now run till you heard me rappin wit Wayne, Run tell you heard me rappin insane |
| Yea, im off in this bitch, puffin dro guards in this bitch, im leanin in this |
| bitch, we got freaks in the bitch, and we deep in this bitch |
| We stay high on that 5 0 4 shit (New Orleans) |
| Some day I all the time and you know this |
| We stay high on that 5 0 4 shit (New Orleans) |
| Some day I all the time and you know this |
| I got a thing for them big trucks, big fine bitches with good jug and big butts |
| 5'4"mommies with nice head and fake tits |
| That dont get loose off goose and proly act up |
| 5'7"bitches with bow legs that take dick |
| All they really need is 2 pills and 6 blunts |
| Wake up in the morning, and count money, and make grits, she dont really know |
| no English so we dont say shit |
| Chea, Wayne said let it rain on em, mother nature with the paper doin the mack |
| maine on them |
| Yeah, like their one thousand like whoosh, like there go two thousand, BALLIN |
| Now shake that ass like you came, pay your cable bill and your tryin to watch |
| the saints on your sixty inch hitachi, livin like Liberachi, sportin the latest |
| versace, shotty and mazaradi, dodgin the paparazzi, A.C. Cole like the heart of |
| nazis, this years classic like old school herachees, you get your grill cooked |
| like it was hibachi, word the cousin rod need us |