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Текст (слова) песни: Trina f 24 Karatz - Ball Wit me

[Chorus]
(trina) Ball wit me playboy what`s stoppin` you?
You got a case of Cris, you needa pop a few
(24) Look here I`ll pop a few If you pop a few
(trina) Nigga I`ll buy up the bar fron 1 to 2
(24) Look here I`ll but up the bar from 2 to 4
You know this pimp shit easy!
(trina) It`s beautiful
Ball wit me playboy what`s stoppin` you?
You got a case of Cris, you needa pop a few

(24 karatz)
Spittin game to a stallion
Sippin` on half a gallon
Ice medallion, Iceburg Italian
Handlin` knots in the gamblin` spots
Gettin` loose wit a twenty pack handlin` blocks
Hit a nigga in the head wit the stainless steel
Slangin` packs while the po-po`s changin` shifts
Caked up at the bar, nigga let all them hoes
It`s the adominal snowman, everything frozen
Gettin` off glass wit the Chrissy crunk
Got three, four dike bitches pissy drunk
Got them hoes kissin` cunts and twistin` blunts
When them hoes get ghost I don`t miss them stunts
Cause I pick up sluts with pickup trucks
Put dick down ya throat bitch, hiccup nuts
Bitch what? imma give you some play
Out the exotic playa clique and that 2-4-k

[Chorus]

(trina)
Uh hoes envy, drapped in a coat, fit me
In the Rolls Bently sittin on twenties
Hot girl, accent those
Dressed wit stones, niggas caress my toes
Hoes wanna test my flows
Bitch let me be
I ain`t chose the game
Ho the game chose me
But yes froze me, rocks in my rosary
Sippin` on Don P, the bar on me
All my girls drink Cris, think this
You a courdoroy ho, imma mink bitch
So go on `bout yo business
Lick nuts, drink dicks
Yo ol` tired ass, still draggin`, freak bitch
Who`s bad?
So I stay fitted
You wanna test Trina
Come on, play wit it
I know y`all wanna take my place
Cause I`m cute in the face,
Phat in the ass, slim in the waist uh

[Chorus]

(24 karatz)
While y`all niggas spittin` the glock
I be ticklin` twat
Triplin` knots to see the villas and yachts
Call all the killas ya got
Bitches I`ll clock a kill if I drop
Drink for my cot, cop me a Linc and a drop
Makin` a rock, and same day drill up your block
But on the flip side, why ya hate me?
Cause I`m gettin` head in England
No weddin` ring ban
Out the XL I creep in the four dot six van
Leave you in the dirt like it`s quicksand
You mad cause you never brawl like you a six man
What is you foolish?
Hit you wit the metal leave you clueless
Now you on the dash like Stacey
All actin` crazy, cause your main bitch wanna masturbate me
Do me like R. Kelly, drink half my babies
Go `head bitch, indulge, taste it, still hate me?

[Chorus]

 

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