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Текст (слова) песни: Beelow - Ballaholic

Hmm..
Hmm...
Hmm....
Big Ballin, VRC made niggaz
Shot callin, we know the mother hold never falling
the original never we straight flossin

I`m put to roll you like some gumbo, fresh out the pot
Ballin all off out of control, wodie
Ridin big ol` ass trucks, buyin whatever the fuck I want
Holla I want this, pullin out a green trump
I roll with hustlers, ballers, and killers
And you don`t want to go to war with a pro
I be on the go, actin` a got damn fool
Totin my four five cuz thats my boo
I keep my rat-a-tat-a-tat-a lied low in my Lac
And if some shit jump off I`m a roast your ass
I got ??? cream dog, A to the One
With a tight grip on my green dog, wodie
I`m straight pimpin the game, livin my life like a kingpin
Everyday livin by the trigga cuz I`m all in
Cheddar chasin`, no time for no stallin
Money, weed, cars, hoes, big ballin

Hook

Its beautiful
I told you once before and I`m a tell you again
Its beautiful here on top baby
I mean the scenery is just gorgeous
Second verse baby
I make your block hotter than wind
With the people at your door
Did they see to much traffic, cuz I`m ballin out of control
Ghetto millionaire, till I took it to another level
Cuz when it comes down to this ballin ain`t a thing you can tell me
Ballaholic baby
Got more things then you can pronounce
You can call me baby
I move nothing less then an ounce
Ain`t no sense in stunnin` and frontin` and actin` like you want that
Your paper straight you bout your business you can get that
My Benz`s all be bubbled, my Suburban I just gutted
I came in and look at all that grain them hoes loved it
I be that big money gripper
Candycomb corn flipper
This set is bling blingin` when I`m on your block dippin`
Drunk funkin` with that VLO, wodie
I heard you thought I wasn`t now ya owe me
Ain`t no ends too my pockets cuz my paper too long
I be the brother that can be talkin` off two cell phones
They be like no he didn`t, but best believe I did
Keep that nine on my side just so you know I came to win
Hundred thousand dollar shop, it ain`t no thang to me
Buy about every day of the week, that ain`t no thang to me
Platinum on my wrist and fingers, ain`t no thang to me
A ballaholic till I die is what I aim to be
So catch me flippin on my set and my Yokohama slims
Been in blocks gettin caddys, flossin harder then your daddy
See a Rolex for forty g`s I got to get that
I even bought with my Suburban how u luv that?
Shit,
How many niggas you know look good when they floss like me
And how many niggas you know could claim they the boss like me
Shit I don`t know, but every time I take a cruise
All these niggas be lookin like "Damn" and these bitches looking
like "Oooh"
See me comin` in my Navigator or its in my Benz
Gotcha old lady running around telling all her friends
Oooh girl he look cute, damn a nigga fine
Ain`t even stop to shine but its so already in line
Shit, BMG to me stand for Big Money Grippers
Steady clockin` major figgas
VRC hard hitters
Shit, my nigga low, he already worth a mil
All these niggas over here shining and bling blinging they got to chill
Already can`t see good cuz I`m full of ??? weed
See this chain around my neck it be up for about 20 g`s
Everything I roll with plushed
Everything I wear be crushed
And before I meet her I fucked
Big Ballin nigga what

 

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