Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Ballin Shot Callin', artist - SWISHAHOUSE. Date of issue: 29.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Big Ballin Shot Callin' |
| Top drops screens on I’m bouncin' big body |
| 12 gauge shotty hittin' licks on my trolley |
| In and out the line bumper kit gon' recline |
| You can say I’m on that water cuz I’ve got waves on my mind |
| I mean on my head |
| Shit I ride red |
| I went to Alaska with a candy bobsled |
| Hardtop double door |
| Nextel cellular |
| Law capping boulevard |
| Speakerphone in my car |
| In my Lamborghini, eating linguine |
| I done found a bottle with a ball-faded genie |
| Palace up in Dallas, fly like Cher |
| Leader of the pack like that boy Riff Raff |
| It’s the Big Tike on the mic get throwed |
| I done took a shit on |
| Ranch in the stable |
| Ride got cable |
| I done pulled a yella broad with a Benz table |
| Shoulda been a president or a politician |
| I done threw a fish aquarium in the Expedition |
| Me and Big Pic, man hol' up |
| Sittin' on buck in a big trophy truck |
| Big ballin' |
| Shot callin' |
| Bumper fallin' |
| 20 inches crowded |
| Boppers still call me |
| Eenie meenie miney mo nigga trunk gon' glow |
| Acres Home 44 we’re bricked off for sho' |
| Pin poking my opponents now I’m stretching my cheddar |
| Lil Yo gripping wood blowing sweets on leather |
| Hoping thangs get better cuz my paint done got wetter |
| North side boys with hot lead injectors |
| Mister bill collector or a Benjamin chaser |
| Eliminate a penetrator plus I hate a eraser |
| 'sace suit with my gators |
| Yella bone persuader |
| Littleist nigga riding big coming in Navigator |
| Watch me shift the equator |
| Prime neck |
| Swishahouse independent diamonds cover my chest |
| Bezeltynes on fists, 5 points on wrists |
| X’ing haters off my lists when I’m acking pissed |
| Grape plush diamonds crush and a Hen' head rush |
| 4 3's making dust as I bounce big buck |
| In my truck I’m making fakers evaporate |
| 1-on-1 with a thug mayne watch a young nigga celebrate |
| Fancy clothes, jazzy hoes |
| Throwed Cee-Lo |
| Baguettes on my neck you could see with your eyes closed |
| I’m 20 inches off the ground 3 from the curb |
| Valated at Red Lobster’s I’m eating mockingbird |
| Boys’n understand candy Ralph Lauren van |
| I could catch pneumonia from the ice just on my hand |
| Trunk be waving like a hand |
| I’m shooting dice with Donald Trump, Bill Gates and |
| I practice what I preach like a leach is how I crawl |
| Like the shit under my dick all I do I ball |
| Like a, roller coaster I be sitting sideways |
| Wood strip on they case like Wesley Snipe I got blades |
| Twin and Little Yo short niggas standing tall |
| Beating down your block making 'frigerators fall |
| I mean I break these boys off slamming Cadilac do’s |
| Up in they face like that’s fo’sho' cuz P.M.G. |
| acting throwed |
| Shining cold down south now what you boys all about |
| Shut your mouth and bitch respect I’m with them G’s from Swishahouse and we got |
| clout |
| ride on 3 with Lil Mar' and A.D. from 44 the south peace |
| H.T.X. |
| boys plex and get they shirt wet, if they |
| Disrespect we shut they eyes and leave objects see |
| My niggas come to wreck against yo blocks we bleed |
| Me, L.T., hit your cut and grind for cheddar |
| Call us the fellas hit yo block and chop with Barrettas |
| Paid forever niggas even hate cuz we clever |
| Hit the streets like it’s whatever cuz my click still better |
| Making fetti in these streets putting it down on these tracks |
| Riding Expedition drops swanging black-on-black |
| Going, like a star |
| Sipping, on Barre |
| Screens, in my car |
| Lexus, Jaguar |
| Pulling, off stunts |
| Shining, gold fronts |
| Blazing, up these blunts |
| Shaking, my trunk |
| Showing, naked spine |
| Top, let it down |
| Grape, berry wine |
| Laying, or reclined |
| for what’s mine |
| In the 9−9 |
| Twankies and Vogues |
| Neon, gon' glow |
| Pullin' yella ho with the starch in my clothe |
| Screen, in my Mo' |
| Chunkin', 4−4 |
| Down to get paid |
| Crawling, on gray |
| Hit M.-L.K |
| On a Sunday |
| While I parlay |
| 5th wheel gon' lay |
| How they, gon' act |
| Make, my trunk crack |
| Riding, treasure 'lac |
| With my partner Alleycat |
| Paint, by the knack cuz I’m balling like that |