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Andre Nickatina - Balla Race lyrics
Balla Race Chorus: 2x you in a balla race trying to get all in a ballas face workin your hips at a balla pace wanna see how sweet a balla taste you in a balla place -Andre Nickatina man ima semi automatic gotta get the cabbage but if it werent for the religion man there wasnt a habit work those heels make sure they dont break how much dope can a sucka witch make rollercoaster baby let them ride do what you do but dont break your stride 4 door car seven Las Vegas nights a gator so new that it still might bite i need money cuz i run red lights my super witch is super tight man you could of been foolin me trying to give me fake jewelry rap cat trying to choose and feed peel bread now you loosin me clam stolen its golden and im rollin and im holdin on a knot so fat she said "Nicky do you love that" in the mirror with a weed sack i hurt her butt i didnt answer back man i like that lil flute the rhyming of ridin nute i think im gonna wear my carmel suit with a brown tie and them matchin boots aint that the truth girl your vision this like chess windows down and nothing less freak we can ball out never have a fall out roll around town no doubt with the mo' god of khan have that dosie have that cobana have that prada and sean jean Chorus: 2x you in a balla race trying to get all in a ballas face workin your hips at a balla pace wanna see how sweet a balla taste you in a balla place -Equipto man everything fast talk about bread but everything cash divide the dividence divide the livinish mo high than a lil bit gotta split the game and lace some wit it me and dreez got a race to finish a relay wut we play dj dont waste a minute the way she pop it for profits tricks they open their wallets and plus they callin right after my beezy stay in and pop it i got it down to assign so back in my hand i just dont rap for fans ima do it like char, Hawaii, hoe in an arm hey, three more in the car -Andre Nickatina baby i craddled this like air jordan dunks the carolina im right behind ya, trying to find ya, and i remind ya man excuse me my mouth kiss like an uzi if you choose me cuz i look past all that beauty cuz you destin to have beauty and your sherly temples are like candy swirles man all up in here is candy girls straight bring your freinds along if they got a car and if they up to par becuz my mouthpeice is fast like a rabbit aint so slow you think you can grab it even a magician think its magic the way its all wrapped up in a package baby its a ballas race -Equipto like Tour De France all in a rush you know who to pass hop on the bus explore the math but the homies aint here ill party yak out on your mark get set your heat can ball first but he aint no threat and i can bet that on the past life your shit last place for the last time out of line out of time out of mind out of pocket block your mind from the gossip its a new day roll tough wit my hoes and they can show you how to pop it, that coochie you lost your pace they never had takes to the boss sauce all in your face with no time to waste so let me see you chase the bread before you get replaced Chorus: 2x you in a balla race trying to get all in a ballas face workin your hips at a balla pace wanna see how sweet a balla taste you in a balla place |
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