Chris Brown - Ballin - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

17.05.2010

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Rap,R&B

Tekst piosenki
[Hook: Kevin McCall] Balling like a bitch, you can't tell me nothing cause I'm balling like a bitch Filthy ass rich, swimming in this money cause I'm balling like a, balling like a Balling like a bitch, balling like a bitch Filthy ass rich, swimming in this money cause I'm balling like a, balling like a [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Look, BBC hat clean diamond snap hook Take a picture with it like it's my last look Gold Mac Book, cost 100 G's I don't fuck with rats, I throw away the cheese I'm balling baby, you see this nigga shine I'm running shit, finish line K-Mac cook that beat, I eat it like it's dinner time Awards show gimme mine, loud and clear, intercom Listen up, I show you how to stunt Pocket full of money, you should see what's in the trunk That bass got that bump, that shit that make you jump Balling like a bitch, throw it up, slam dunk V-neck like a quedo, rolling dice in the casino Three bad chicks rolling trips, Cee-Lo What's done is done, ain't no coming back I'm balling like a bitch, roger that, it's Breezy baby [Hook: Kevin McCall & Chris Brown] Balling like a bitch, you can't tell me nothing cause I'm balling like a bitch Filthy ass rich, swimming in this money cause I'm balling like a, balling like a I'm balling like a bitch, balling like a bitch, balling like a bitch, watch me do my shit Cause I'm balling like a bitch, balling like a bitch, balling like a bitch, watch me take some shit [Verse 2: Tyga] Uh, snap back, nigga back up in this bitch Throwing by the 100/s watching strippers do the splits Go on hit that flex, I ain't tripping on the bitches Probably, 1 out of a 10 in California, I ain't hit Bitch, I'm raw smell that shit Hold our jaw up in your lips Get a silly straw, have a sip Motherfucking Tyga, she ain't met me then she lying I pull that rocker out nigga, David and Goliath Melt your fucking face boy, like that nigga on the Wire Them niggas washed up, need a dry, dry 'em Free my brother Weezy, now we back up on your TV I'm rolling at 250, speeding me my nigga Breezy Right behind me, Range Rove, T-Rell Bunch a bad bitches tongue tied and bitches, what it do? It's Young Money 'til the death bed If anything, we the best and it's probably this [Hook]
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