Letra de Balla
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Featuring Problem & Killa Kyleon
(Because nigga…)
I’m a balla, shot calla
In the fast lane, in the Range Rover
Call up, get head tonight
Joint rolled tight, wrist stained with ice
I hit the highway, getting money to fly away
Always knew there’d be a better way
A better way, better way yea
I’m a balla, money 20 feet taller
All the hoes answer whenever I call up
Cause pussy I don’t beat, I slaughter
And they don’t take for granted when a real nigga on em
Yea bitch I’m on, kush keep me cloud
Ain’t about paper, nigga get from round
Whole clique bowed, you ain’t on our level
Could tell by your best, be high as I travel
Live fast, understood
All my bitches bad so I’m good
Lee rid the jug, we got leather in the wood
Flow’s got the wood feeling cocky
Praying to the Lord, he the only one could stop me
Red Rollie engine, push the horses like a jockey
2013 bet I sell a million copies
No ice on the grill but I’m cool with my mouth piece
Send it all up, I’mma ball til they bounce me
Cause nigga…
I’m a balla, shot calla
In the fast lane, in the Range Rover
Call up, get head tonight
Joint rolled tight, wrist stained with ice
I hit the highway, getting money to fly away
Always knew there’d be a better way
A better way, better way yea
Big ballin, smashin, makin my ins
Smoking hella kush, getting high in the whim
Big ballin, smashin, makin my ins
Smoking hella kush, getting high in the whim
In the Benzo gold as I slide down to hoes
Killing my niggas frost, smoke fallin out the door
Diamond Lane bout to show, my fool is getting chose
Candy paint on the low, knock a bitch down slow
Hittin – green I smoke
Spittin about the clique
Presidential suite, lit bout 80 racks for the kit
And don’t quit as I get fly
From town after uptown, blowin that fire
Now we worldwide, VIP ride
Tall bird nose and jaywalk, they can’t be denied
3-5-4 thugs, I’m Bad Lucc wussup
Told Big Pun and Bosco, they put that on blunts
I’m a balla, shot calla
In the fast lane, in the Range Rover
Call up, get head tonight
Joint rolled tight, wrist stained with ice
I hit the highway, getting money to fly away
Always knew there’d be a better way
A better way, better way yea
Competition at a minimal, money lookin plentiful
All these diamonds and gold got me lookin presentable
I ain’t white but me and cocaine lookin identical
40 on my waist and I ain’t shootin subliminals
Gun rad merry, might kill a smooth criminal
I just count casket, more ass than an enema
She aksed to see my private, I told er I’m a general
And everywhere I go I make a movie, no cinema
I’m a Doberman, yall niggas miniatures
You the type of nigga hat snitched before they sentenced ya
You ain’t the man or the nigga that they send em to
You having soul salts so why the fuck I’m gon remember you?
the new crew, I’m in demand like a new shoe
Too true, it’s over for you rappers, yall tiv through
Run along, hang, get up like a new noose
Kush in my cigar and got a cup full of screwed you
I’m a balla, shot calla
In the fast lane, in the Range Rover
Call up, get head tonight
Joint rolled tight, wrist stained with ice
I hit the highway, getting money to fly away
Always knew there’d be a better way
A better way, better way yea
RIP to the OG PIMPC
DJ Scroo, Fat battin Hulk
Shout out to the home boy Lil Troy
It’s my OG right there my nigga
Dead E and we in this motherfucker by way of LA
Salute to all the B’s and C’s
Run it
(Because nigga…)
I’m a balla, shot calla
In the fast lane, in the Range Rover
Call up, get head tonight
Joint rolled tight, wrist stained with ice
I hit the highway, getting money to fly away
Always knew there’d be a better way
A better way, better way yea
I’m a balla, money 20 feet taller
All the hoes answer whenever I call up
Cause pussy I don’t beat, I slaughter
And they don’t take for granted when a real nigga on em
Yea bitch I’m on, kush keep me cloud
Ain’t about paper, nigga get from round
Whole clique bowed, you ain’t on our level
Could tell by your best, be high as I travel
Live fast, understood
All my bitches bad so I’m good
Lee rid the jug, we got leather in the wood
Flow’s got the wood feeling cocky
Praying to the Lord, he the only one could stop me
Red Rollie engine, push the horses like a jockey
2013 bet I sell a million copies
No ice on the grill but I’m cool with my mouth piece
Send it all up, I’mma ball til they bounce me
Cause nigga…
I’m a balla, shot calla
In the fast lane, in the Range Rover
Call up, get head tonight
Joint rolled tight, wrist stained with ice
I hit the highway, getting money to fly away
Always knew there’d be a better way
A better way, better way yea
Big ballin, smashin, makin my ins
Smoking hella kush, getting high in the whim
Big ballin, smashin, makin my ins
Smoking hella kush, getting high in the whim
In the Benzo gold as I slide down to hoes
Killing my niggas frost, smoke fallin out the door
Diamond Lane bout to show, my fool is getting chose
Candy paint on the low, knock a bitch down slow
Hittin – green I smoke
Spittin about the clique
Presidential suite, lit bout 80 racks for the kit
And don’t quit as I get fly
From town after uptown, blowin that fire
Now we worldwide, VIP ride
Tall bird nose and jaywalk, they can’t be denied
3-5-4 thugs, I’m Bad Lucc wussup
Told Big Pun and Bosco, they put that on blunts
I’m a balla, shot calla
In the fast lane, in the Range Rover
Call up, get head tonight
Joint rolled tight, wrist stained with ice
I hit the highway, getting money to fly away
Always knew there’d be a better way
A better way, better way yea
Competition at a minimal, money lookin plentiful
All these diamonds and gold got me lookin presentable
I ain’t white but me and cocaine lookin identical
40 on my waist and I ain’t shootin subliminals
Gun rad merry, might kill a smooth criminal
I just count casket, more ass than an enema
She aksed to see my private, I told er I’m a general
And everywhere I go I make a movie, no cinema
I’m a Doberman, yall niggas miniatures
You the type of nigga hat snitched before they sentenced ya
You ain’t the man or the nigga that they send em to
You having soul salts so why the fuck I’m gon remember you?
the new crew, I’m in demand like a new shoe
Too true, it’s over for you rappers, yall tiv through
Run along, hang, get up like a new noose
Kush in my cigar and got a cup full of screwed you
I’m a balla, shot calla
In the fast lane, in the Range Rover
Call up, get head tonight
Joint rolled tight, wrist stained with ice
I hit the highway, getting money to fly away
Always knew there’d be a better way
A better way, better way yea
RIP to the OG PIMPC
DJ Scroo, Fat battin Hulk
Shout out to the home boy Lil Troy
It’s my OG right there my nigga
Dead E and we in this motherfucker by way of LA
Salute to all the B’s and C’s
Run it
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