a flosser, cause I'm a balla [T.C.] I'm still in the game, y'all catch my drift I got that work cheap dog, peep my flip When I hop out the truck, y'all
I'm a balla [T.C.] I'm still in the game, y'all catch my drift I got that work cheap dog, peep my flip When I hop out the truck, y'all catch my drift
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? Boom Talk to 'em T-pain Baby, I'm a Dogg, I'm a Dogg Beware, beware I'll do whatever, however I want, I want You flip me out, oh yeah, oh yeah Now
money And if you gassed up, I leave the car running I'm a big smoker, I'm a little drinker The peace sign is just a trigger and the middle finger What
Tyga and Jay Sean:- A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah Life life Im living my life life Got a bitch wit an ass so nice Night
f-cking game n-gga pass me the ball And watch a n-gga ball, I'm Gucci to the draws I'm money over all, I don't really give a f-ck Tatted on my neck and
I flip my middle finga, I'm chillin on twenty million. Da rumors turn me on I'm masterbatin at da top, These hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop. I'm
make take dem photos naked Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wiggie Williams I flip my middle finga I'm chillin' on 20 million Da room has turned me on I'm
pick em and kick em Flippin them whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip cause I'm cold sick of them Much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my Tribe be on a
blood-blood-blood, blood, Let a nigga loose, I?m a smack em? like I do, do Imma come an see you fuck tha rappin in da booth, I ain?t no studio, nutin,
I'm a give ya the blues Guess who's bizack? The boy B Mizack, A.K.A, Mr. Crack-A-Brick Turn a whole one from a half a brick, look I mastered this You
they thing I'm a real nigga, a street nigga till it's done with And I could never let you talk me into dumb shit Like selling out to move a few more units
ma show a lil' somthin' Ay, ay roll a lil' somethin' Mmm, blow a lil' somethin' I got them thangs for a lil' nothin' If you got a lil' money I'ma throw
that Laker paint, Tossing by the lake, make a lil' nigga faint, Balling is what I does, I anit messing with you can'ts, Someone can do negro, A real-life
who?s next with the plex, I'm flipping slab and waving hood With screens hanging down from the roof I'm ballin' like a true playa should I'm sippin?
That wanna do a couple things When I look in your eyes I can tell you ready to swing Slow down, baby I'm waitin' more than a fling And I'm up on the
yay which one of y'all say you want drama I'm honoured I blitz your ass like a muthaf-cking lineman stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of comma's still