Ballaholic lyrics translation: BEELOW Ballaholic song texte and letras BEELOW Ballaholic tab, paroles and testo BEELOW Ballaholic Karaoke and Music Video - none yet
Big Ballin, BRC made nigga
Shot callin, Beelow the ballaholic never falling
In the original Navi we straight flossin, whoa, whoa
Verse 1:???
I`m out chere rolling like some gumbo, fresh out the pot
Ballin all off up out of control, wooday
Ridin big ol` ass trucks, buyin whatever the fuck I want
Holling I want this, pullin out a green chunk
I ride with hustlers, ballers, and killers
And you don`t want to go, to war with a, pro
I be on the go, actin` a got damn fool
Totin my fo` five cuz thats my boo
I keep my rat-a-tat-a-tat-a lied low in my Lac
And if some shit jump off I`m a roast your ass
I got candy and cream dog, A to the One
With a tight grip on my green dog, wodie
I`m straight pimpin the game, livin my life like a kingpin
Everyday livin by the trigga cuz I`m all in
Cheddar chasin`, no time for no stallin
Money, weed, cars, hoes, big ballin
Talking:
Its beautiful
I told you once before and I`m a tell you again
Its beautiful up here on top baby
I mean the scenery is just gorgeous
Second verse baby
Second Verse: Beelow
I make your block hotter than Wayne
With them people at your door
Cause they see too much traffic, cuz I`m ballin out of control
Ghetto millionaire, done took this to another level
And when it comes down to this ballin`, ain`t a thing that you can tell me
Ballaholic baby
Got more things then you can pronounce
You can call me baby
I move nothing less then an ounce
Ain`t no sense in stunnin` and frontin` and actin` like you want that
Your paper straight you bout your business you can get that
My Benz`s eyed be bubbled, my Suburban I just gutted
That candy look and that grain them hoes love it
Chorus x2
Verse Three: Beelow
I be that big money gripper
Candy co come flipper
Twenty`s is bling blingin` when I`m on your block dippin`
Drunk funkin` with that Beelow, wooday
I heard you bet I wouldn`t make it, now you owe me
Ain`t no ends too my pockets cuz my paper too long
I be the brother at the light talkin` on two cell phones
They be like, no he didn`t, but best believe I did
Keep that nine on my side just to spill a hater wig
Hundred thousand dollar shop, it ain`t no thang to me
Bout it for every day of the week, that ain`t no thang to me
Platinum on my wrist and fingers, ain`t no thang to me
A ballaholic till I die is what I aim to be
So catch me flippin on them assassyn`s and my Yokohama slims
Bending blocks in the caddy, flossin harder then your daddy
See a Rolex for forty g`s I gots to get that
I even bought one for my Suburban how u luv that?
Chorus x2
Verse Four: ???
Shit,
How many niggas you know look good when they floss like me
And how many niggas you know could claim that they the boss like me
Shit I don`t know, but every time I take a cruise
All these niggas be lookin like "Damn" and these bitches looking like "Oooh"
See me comin` in my Navigator or its in my Benz
Gotcha old lady running around telling all her friends
Oooh girl he look cute, look, damn that nigga fine
Ain`t even stop to shine but its so already in line
Shit, BMG to me stand for Big Money Grippers
Steady clockin` major figgas
BRC hard hitters
Shit, my nigga `Low, he already worth a mil
All these niggas over here shining and bling blinging they got to chill
Already can`t see good cuz I`m full of gin and weed
See this chain around my neck it be up for about 20 g`s
Everything I roll with plushed
Everything I wear be crushed
And before I meet her I fucked
Big Ballin nigga what Send " Ballaholic" Ringtone to your Cell