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Mr. Baller

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  • 作曲 : Dotson, Hugo, Montgomery ...
    Nah, man, we don't take our chains off, nah
    We're here to make noise
    We're here to make noise
    With VA and
    Detroit boys
    We're here to make noise
    We're here to make noise
    *******, we're here to make noise
    With VA and
    Detroit boys
    Come on, come on
    Twin Nina
    Ross sisters, promise to never miss ya
    Hit ya thirty-four times to make your skin blister
    Extended clips, *******ed back quick to chrome sisters
    You wild fire gunnin' bin barrels with
    Rogue pistols
    Walkin' contradiction like
    Quiet Noise
    No words, eyes blurred with my diamonds pores
    Four karats in these ears make you call your boys
    While I'm surrounded by ******* with guns and *** toys
    Blind love for money, head and warm steel
    Coke off the boat, wrapped in banana peels
    Life's so pricey, it's sendin' ya body chills
    And we baptize cars, put hollows through wind*******elds
    I'm Mr. Baller, *******,
    I'm Mr. Baller
    What you talkin' 'bout, *******, you see a baller
    ******* that bull*******t, *******, 'cuz
    I'm a baller
    I take on all y'all *******, now that's a baller
    I'm Mr. Baller, *******,
    I'm Mr. Baller
    What you talkin' 'bout, *******, you see a baller
    ******* that bull*******t, *******, 'cuz
    I'm a baller
    I take on all y'all *******, now that's a baller
    Hollow take what?
    Y'all cats ya want none
    I wanna see
    God, first come and meet my gun
    Life's a *******, diamonds to *******ne, ******* to *******t
    Detroit, paradise if you roll wit' my clique
    Otherwse it's hell, ain't no escapin' the trips
    They gotta gun, good
    You'a need it in the land of the trench
    Pick 'em up, ******* 'em up
    Every man for theyself
    Unless you cheat wit' a crew similar to myself
    We in the to be killa zone, playin' the
    DLovin' the
    D, out-a towners hatin' the
    DI die for the
    DIf I could
    I'd ******' marry the
    DStick my ******* in the streets
    And nut a bomb in the
    DYou lookin' at at least 50 granny in face
    And if you thought any less, just know you made a mistake
    They done told you wrong,
    Clipse in the grey
    YukonDon't mistake this style for hot and it ain't lukewarm
    We gets busy, whether dressed in
    Croc'dile or
    LizzieYou can catch a hot ball from a all black
    LizzieStart flamin', watch cats start they explainin'
    Should've known when around my dogs, tuck yo chain in
    Any time you look, bet you find us in whips
    Diamonds and *******t, break scams from the finest of chicks
    Royce and
    Neptunes sick like dead babies in restrooms
    Malice and
    Dome Sheist, y'all *******z is flesh wounds
    I'm Mr. Baller, *******,
    I'm Mr. Baller
    What you talkin' 'bout, *******, you see a baller
    ******* that bull*******t, *******, 'cuz
    I'm a baller
    I take on all y'all *******, now that's a baller
    I'm Mr. Baller, *******,
    I'm Mr. Baller
    What you talkin' 'bout, *******, you see a baller
    ******* that bull*******t, *******, 'cuz
    I'm a baller
    I take on all y'all *******, now that's a baller
    I was trained to hang 'til the raid is over
    Roll wit' nothin' but a whole brigade of soldiers
    I was young, holdin' guns,
    I kept one wit' me
    In the flat bed in the back of an
    F-150I see three and the six, me and the
    ClipseSqueeze off, pop the guns, you seein' tips
    So ride wit' me, ******* die wit' me
    Yo this money's the easiest *******t to get in this world besides *******
    That'll cost you my whole crew will stomp you to death
    Wearin' cleats until you look like a waffle,
    I won the battle
    The first ******* to ever get the cover of "The Source"
    And the cover of "Guns and Ammo"
    Burn you alive soon as you and the fire collide
    Hit me, it'll just be a *******, hired to die
    Plus I ball,
    I'm ignorant,
    DoggI'm a mutha******' star, *******, suck my *******
    I'm Mr. Baller, *******,
    I'm Mr. Baller
    What you talkin' 'bout, *******, you see a baller
    ******* that bull*******t, *******, 'cuz
    I'm a baller
    I take on all y'all *******, now that's a baller
    I'm Mr. Baller, *******,
    I'm Mr. Baller
    What you talkin' 'bout, *******, you see a baller
    ******* that bull*******t, *******, 'cuz
    I'm a baller
    I take on all y'all *******, now that's a baller
    I'm Mr. Baller, *******,
    I'm Mr. Baller
    What you talkin' 'bout, *******, you see a baller
    ******* that bull*******t, *******, 'cuz
    I'm a baller
    I take on all y'all *******, now that's a baller
    I'm Mr. Baller, *******,
    I'm Mr. Baller
    What you talkin' 'bout, *******, you see a baller
    ******* that bull*******t, *******, 'cuz
    I'm a baller
    I take on all y'all *******, now that's a baller
  • 作曲 : Dotson, Hugo, Montgomery ...
    Nah, man, we don't take our chains off, nah
    We're here to make noise
    We're here to make noise
    With VA and
    Detroit boys
    We're here to make noise
    We're here to make noise
    *******, we're here to make noise
    With VA and
    Detroit boys
    Come on, come on
    Twin Nina
    Ross sisters, promise to never miss ya
    Hit ya thirty-four times to make your skin blister
    Extended clips, *******ed back quick to chrome sisters
    You wild fire gunnin' bin barrels with
    Rogue pistols
    Walkin' contradiction like
    Quiet Noise
    No words, eyes blurred with my diamonds pores
    Four karats in these ears make you call your boys
    While I'm surrounded by ******* with guns and *** toys
    Blind love for money, head and warm steel
    Coke off the boat, wrapped in banana peels
    Life's so pricey, it's sendin' ya body chills
    And we baptize cars, put hollows through wind*******elds
    I'm Mr. Baller, *******,
    I'm Mr. Baller
    What you talkin' 'bout, *******, you see a baller
    ******* that bull*******t, *******, 'cuz
    I'm a baller
    I take on all y'all *******, now that's a baller
    I'm Mr. Baller, *******,
    I'm Mr. Baller
    What you talkin' 'bout, *******, you see a baller
    ******* that bull*******t, *******, 'cuz
    I'm a baller
    I take on all y'all *******, now that's a baller
    Hollow take what?
    Y'all cats ya want none
    I wanna see
    God, first come and meet my gun
    Life's a *******, diamonds to *******ne, ******* to *******t
    Detroit, paradise if you roll wit' my clique
    Otherwse it's hell, ain't no escapin' the trips
    They gotta gun, good
    You'a need it in the land of the trench
    Pick 'em up, ******* 'em up
    Every man for theyself
    Unless you cheat wit' a crew similar to myself
    We in the to be killa zone, playin' the
    DLovin' the
    D, out-a towners hatin' the
    DI die for the
    DIf I could
    I'd ******' marry the
    DStick my ******* in the streets
    And nut a bomb in the
    DYou lookin' at at least 50 granny in face
    And if you thought any less, just know you made a mistake
    They done told you wrong,
    Clipse in the grey
    YukonDon't mistake this style for hot and it ain't lukewarm
    We gets busy, whether dressed in
    Croc'dile or
    LizzieYou can catch a hot ball from a all black
    LizzieStart flamin', watch cats start they explainin'
    Should've known when around my dogs, tuck yo chain in
    Any time you look, bet you find us in whips
    Diamonds and *******t, break scams from the finest of chicks
    Royce and
    Neptunes sick like dead babies in restrooms
    Malice and
    Dome Sheist, y'all *******z is flesh wounds
    I'm Mr. Baller, *******,
    I'm Mr. Baller
    What you talkin' 'bout, *******, you see a baller
    ******* that bull*******t, *******, 'cuz
    I'm a baller
    I take on all y'all *******, now that's a baller
    I'm Mr. Baller, *******,
    I'm Mr. Baller
    What you talkin' 'bout, *******, you see a baller
    ******* that bull*******t, *******, 'cuz
    I'm a baller
    I take on all y'all *******, now that's a baller
    I was trained to hang 'til the raid is over
    Roll wit' nothin' but a whole brigade of soldiers
    I was young, holdin' guns,
    I kept one wit' me
    In the flat bed in the back of an
    F-150I see three and the six, me and the
    ClipseSqueeze off, pop the guns, you seein' tips
    So ride wit' me, ******* die wit' me
    Yo this money's the easiest *******t to get in this world besides *******
    That'll cost you my whole crew will stomp you to death
    Wearin' cleats until you look like a waffle,
    I won the battle
    The first ******* to ever get the cover of "The Source"
    And the cover of "Guns and Ammo"
    Burn you alive soon as you and the fire collide
    Hit me, it'll just be a *******, hired to die
    Plus I ball,
    I'm ignorant,
    DoggI'm a mutha******' star, *******, suck my *******
    I'm Mr. Baller, *******,
    I'm Mr. Baller
    What you talkin' 'bout, *******, you see a baller
    ******* that bull*******t, *******, 'cuz
    I'm a baller
    I take on all y'all *******, now that's a baller
    I'm Mr. Baller, *******,
    I'm Mr. Baller
    What you talkin' 'bout, *******, you see a baller
    ******* that bull*******t, *******, 'cuz
    I'm a baller
    I take on all y'all *******, now that's a baller
    I'm Mr. Baller, *******,
    I'm Mr. Baller
    What you talkin' 'bout, *******, you see a baller
    ******* that bull*******t, *******, 'cuz
    I'm a baller
    I take on all y'all *******, now that's a baller
    I'm Mr. Baller, *******,
    I'm Mr. Baller
    What you talkin' 'bout, *******, you see a baller
    ******* that bull*******t, *******, 'cuz
    I'm a baller
    I take on all y'all *******, now that's a baller