Just Ballin - Do Or Die

Ask what we’re doing, just ballin

Trying to keep my bills straight stacking never fallin

Caddy or a Lex, trying to hit the next plateau

Flex with the roll droppin drooly go-go's

I was smoking B’s since I was a po po

Got the pimp to my soul, so I’ll pimp till I’m old

Hold on for a minute let me call my you know (you know)

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There I go steppin out the Caddy or a Lexus, doing my thing

Just Ballin' trying to hit the next plateau

Flexin roll rolls droppin drooly go-go's

Smoking b’s

You know about uno, two hoes let us flex slow, to the front row

You know when the hoes be fallin down, think with instinction get attention

Should I mention, let a baller long lead that dragon staggin lidow

But let me proceed to approach the widow, simple complicated like riddle

Can’t smoke a «b» without no weed in it though

Pimp ala 'g' got her face in the pillow, but really though

Ain’t got no time for a silly ho cause I gotta page everybody and I’m like

Really yo

Brother’s start takin so I dial until I hit the last number

Three bad girls from last summer

La da da drink that we sipped in the hummer

Meet me on the shore cause a nigga got drummer

I’m still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs

Hanging with the thugs and um, conversation too raw

Bumping all the hoes you saw, never overrest can’t go against law

Um, shimmy shaw

Hoppin out the Lex with an arm full of pretty hoes

Put the Caddy to the side, do you wanna smoke and ride

Cause you heard that a playa just went gone

Cause I attact all the pretty hoes

Don Mack and it’s on with the pretty clothes

And I set off the click like a centerfold

When I’m in the mall, take a pull of the overdose of indow

Light tint on the window, holler at the last one to bag one

You get this «b», take a pull and I pass one

Roll on my wrist and escape when I flash my bad ass hoes all the fast ass

Hoes

I take a pose so call the ho fro

7 after 4 go Lex in my mode, mm-mm-mm if only they know

When I get blowed slappin that show

]From the C-H-I-C-A-G-O, AKA better known as Belo

Cause I’m still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs

Hanging with the thugs and um, conversation too raw

Bumping all the hoes you saw, never overrest can’t go against law

It was Don Perignon I was sippin

Now, bout, 4 or 5 girls I was pimpin

Now, this weed got me laughing and trippin

Slippin clippin, smash riding the tippin

Talk about the niggas in the game that was flippin

Violated for the thing they say after dippin

But squash this, see it’s all about the ballin

All the stars and the juice that a nigga be flexin

With the 5 double O without the fins on your Lexus

Make the hoes write your taxes

Keep it real so they know what your checkin

Need to protection, for disrepectin a pescar recollectin

Baby girl need some action

Well, she can meet me at the crib for her lesson

Smell the ass in and the weed smellin fresh and

Shotguns in the chest and check out the blowed expression

I wasn’t really undressin, it’s more than you’re askin

I’m at the click hittin acid

And I’m still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs

Hanging with the thugs havin conversation in the raw

Bumping all the hoes you saw, never choose red over law

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