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Drama - I'm Ballin' Man lyrics
Raheem presents Drama, Tight 2 motherfucking Def Get at they ass, boy! hook Ice on my wrist, I'm ballin' man Hoes on my dick, I'm ballin' man Cases of Crystile, I'm ballin' man Shoes of crocodile, I'm ballin' man House on the lake, I'm ballin' man Tight 2 Def straight pushing weight, I'm ballin' man Dubs on the Lex', I'm ballin man Cashing eight figure checks, I'm ballin man Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo Drama, How you doing it? Me and my niggas, we riding dirty from Charleston to Texas Bowling Ball paint job, with D's on the Lex Beamers and Cadillacs, Optimos and fat sacks We trained for combat, you wrong, then we attack We ride like Desperado on the spokes goldened out Keep cheese in the pockets And keep our distance from cop blockers AK on the front seat for any drama I may meet My pager off killing hoes, providing them B's and Vouges Clientelle getting bigger, while calculating money figures More realer than Rockafeller more cheese than Donald Trump Niggas they hear me, they wanna kill me like JFK Why, cause I ride tight, on ? out of sight It might be the hoes, or could it be that I ride on Vogues My trunk is filled with speakers, I know damn well you hear me Got a torch, you see me Hundred spokes that beaming Niggas plotting they haters, and busters they wanna be me hook In the club I'm balling bitch, now show me love Bossalinie, Versace shoes, with some Gator boots Dom Perion, it's on now through the early morn' Fuck a hobby man, cause balling be my occupation Playa hating ass nigga, can't take the temptation Wanna rush me, then bust me, then leave me fucked in the game All because I drained his bitch, now partners use his name See the spokes, and how the gleaming make 'em wanna scheme 85 Chevy Caprice off on some Dayne-Daynes Paint job, be clocking mills, with some blowed brains 20 and bubble, gone buy the Reeboks, now them some shoes With the 9 up on the seat, thats where its supposed to be For them bustas and them haters that wanna touch a G Put it down and moved on up too like me George Jefferson Fuck the law, and fuck the pen, because I'm ballin man Loved the living, I'm dedicated all to the game I'm ballin' man hook When I'm heated in the club, around 12 o' clock All eyes on a playa, cause I'll blow up the spot You can hate, we blowing clouts in the V.I.P Ballers sport rims, like they stars of films My moneys too unfadable for them too-tight crews And tear da roof off this bitch with this Tight 2 Def shit Nigga knocking, hoe jocking, cause this shit don't quit In the club V.I.P til' the early morning Cases of Crystile, even Dom Perion A McGuyver Road nigga, so you know I don't play But if it come down to it, I got my K Fuck the flexing, cause we ballin', shot callin' and stacking And if it come down to the gunplay, Tight 2 Def ain't lacking Your money ain't long enough for me, so hoe don't talk Cause down here in Atlanta nigga, we walk the walk I say it loud and clear I'm ballin' man hook |
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