Paroles de Ball

Lil Wayne

pochette album Ball
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(t.i.)
Okay we walk off in this bítch, balling in this bítch
Hopping out of lambos and ferraris in this bítch
Popping bottles with a thick red super model bítch
They may talk a lot of that but they can't do a lot of this
Ay, rico told me turn the lights on
So i grab the audemar and threw the ice on
I’ma big dawg, got em pissed off
A lot of niggas rapping and ain’t none this raw
They like, hey look at t.i., balling in the v.i.
Bunch of bad bítches with a looking like aaliyah
We just pull up, hop out, go in, show out
Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
Gotta bottle, gotta bottle, gotta marley, gotta blunt

Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball

Gotta bottle, gotta bottle, gotta marley, gotta blunt
Ball

(t.i.)
The club full of bad bítches and they came to play
Okay it must be your hair cause it ain't your face
Now if you looking for them bottles and them stacks girl
You make your way up to my section where it’s at girl
Okay now, do you wanna kick it with a nigga with a meal ticket
Broke nigga looking mad, they just gotta deal with it
Get it right hoe, roll a dice hoe
And you ain't gotta be a dyke cause you like hoe
But everyday i step behind a wall
I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball
I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me

And a bucket full of bottles
Buss it open if you wanna get drunk

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
Gotta bottle, gotta bottle, gotta marley, gotta blunt

Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball

Gotta bottle, gotta bottle, gotta marley, gotta blunt
Ball

(lil wayne)
Ain’t no n-gga like a young money n-gga
Pop that p-ssy like a gun, pull the trigga
Shake that ass like a salt shaker
I keep a l lit up like an elevator
Bitch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse
I throw that dick like darts
Drink all muddy, flag all bloody
I’m killin’ these hoes like that n-gga ted bundy
I’m a good looking rapper, i ain’t trying stunt
Imma fire my blunt like donald trump
Where you at hoe? where you at hoe?
Can a n-gga stick key up in ya back door, tunechi

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
Gotta bottle, gotta bottle, gotta marley, gotta blunt

(t.i.)
I like my women fat ass, pretty toes and thing
Long hair dont care as long as none down there
If its manicured i can have fun down there
Take her to whatever club throw some money in the air

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