Uh yea bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling Bet you nigga, he ain’t balling (like me) Yea, bitches choosing and they calling Cause I’m balling said they wanna fuck a nigga (like me) And my niggas paid, they ain't never gotta pay (like me) Yea bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling Bet you nigga, he ain’t balling (like me)
[Verse 1] Uh, tyga strike, rally paint I’m the shit, bitch let it stink (let it stink) Rinse your eyes with my holy water, I ain’t gone take her I know that’s his only daughter, nigga whatchu thinkin? This that big bang rapper balling, huh I don’t even drink, but she alcoholic Baby sip it 'til it’s gone (yea I know it) Uh, cash like coke, bitches gotta blow it So put your number on this paper, I promise I’ll call No, I can’t called bitch I’m lying, I don’t use my phone, shit Shit is on silent all day long I don’t need no interruption when I’m making you moan Early morn, wake up, then you yawn Breakfast in bed, waffles and a little head, Roscoe’s Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit Cause I’m balling, bitch
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[Verse 2]
Uh, hotel suite, presidential Fuck you bitching what you been through I got two doors homie, one side for my clothes Another side for my big shoes Now that’s balling, don’t think that’s balling? Motherfucker how would you know it, if you’ve never done it I turned my engine on loud, wake the neighbor, honey Life like chocolate when you getting money Rain, rain dollar bills in my dreams Bitches fighting for me like it’s Jerry Spring’ But this the Summer, Winter, they falling for me Colder than a coca cola polo, 7 degrees You know you watch T.V , separate your mind, please If you’re the bomb bitch, why you tryna tick with me Remove your top, time to pop She said she like it rough, so I beat it up, pussy punch
[Verse 3]
King Lazareth, living on that lavish shit Lose your mind, lose your sense Pay attention, yea you feeling me Fill my cup high as trees, relax feel the breeze All jokes aside, got a mistress on the side If you riding for me then you gone ride or die Ruff Ryder Volume 2 my love If you wanna party, got a party bus Capacity us, full moon, brandy glass So loosen your Gucci baby, lemme spank that ass Taste so good, blueberry, Raspberry Berry cherry, whip cream on that twat You can applaud that, terminator, I’ll be right back Say my name, Tyga man, screaming so loud, like I know you can
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Sound so good; make you wanna slap your Momma Young Money, Tyga Tyga, niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
