Wanna Be A Baller Lyrics With Video – Lil’ Troy | 1998 Song
| Field | Information |
|---|---|
| Song Name | Wanna Be A Baller |
| Singer Name | Lil’ Troy (featuring Fat Pat) |
| Lyrics Name | Wanna Be A Baller Lyrics |
| Music Director Name | Lil’ Troy |
| Label | Short Stop Records |
Wanna Be A Baller Lyrics
Wanna be a baller, shot callerTwenty inch blades on the ImpalaA caller gettin’ laid tonightSwisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by IkeI hit the highway, making money then fly wayBut there’s got to be a better wayA better way, better way, yeah
I’ma baller, I’ma twenty inch crawlerBlades on Impala, diamond rottweillerI, ten hauler, not a leader not followerBreak these boys off I’ma twenty inch crawlerBust a left, a right, I’m outta sight, I’m throwedI’m bouncin’ off the road, I’m in a modem with them foe demTiny tune hop out my big body form chainWith the Chong, can’t forget Moet alongI’m hot, find me lookin’ good, diamonds against my hood
Man it’s understood got money in my hoodI’m pushing, big body can’t stop meFor the nine, eight got to sell a million copyI’ma crawl slow puffin’ on the Optimo hit the sto’I’ma go real slow puffin’ indo out the do’I’ma lit the stash green, man, I’m lookin’ cleanWant remote control screens with ice bezeltynes
Wanna be a baller, shot callerTwenty inch blades on the ImpalaA caller gettin’ laid tonightSwisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by IkeI hit the highway, making money the fly wayBut there’s got to be a better wayA better way, better way, yeah
Big ballin’, smashin’, makin’ my endsSmokin’ big killa, gettin’ high in the BenzBig ballin’, smashin’, makin’ my endsSmokin’ big killa, gettin’ high in the BenzIn the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on VoguesTwenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my noseYo eyes, get froze, as you see my lowCandy red, two-do’, let my top down slowHittin’, my remote, sittin’, in my shitPresidential V-12 with that AMG kitIt don’t quit, as I get highFrom K.C. to H-Town, connectin’ South SideNow we worldwide, watch me high sideFat Pat blowin’ killa, can’t be denied187 thugs, oh yeah, we got loveBlowin’ sticky green we flow through and above
Wanna be a baller, shot callerTwenty inch blades on the ImpalaA caller gettin’ laid tonightSwisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by IkeI hit the highway, making money the fly wayBut there’s got to be a better wayA better way, better way, yeah
Sittin’ Fat Down South, rollin’ Benz on blocksMo’ scrilla I got, signin’ with ShortstopAnd that’s for real, so tell me how you feelTo make a million dollars out my first record dealShortstop puttin’ up your motherfuckin’ earReally, really don’t give a fuck and I ain’t drinkin’ on no beerCodeine what I sip, pistol grip when I rideTrunk hit fo’ life baby it’s South SideWe on a fuckin’ mission Expedition NavigatorThat’s how we be ridin’, alligator suitcasin’
Puttin’ it in your face and that’s for realShinin’ harder than the grill it’s the player Lil’ WillDown with the 2-Low, Yungstar be a thugSo nigga, nigga what? I’m down with Mo’ThugsMo’Thugs an’ da Bone, you know it’s goin’ downRepresent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound
Wanna be a baller, shot callerTwenty inch blades on the ImpalaA caller gettin’ laid tonightSwisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by IkeI hit the highway, making money the fly wayBut there’s got to be a better wayA better way, better way, yeah
I gots to get better man, it gots to move onSwitched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phoneBroke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeonUsed to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inchesHad to get older, man, it got colderI done got grown and got a chip on my shoulderLicks in Kuwait, got links in PakistanBoys don’t understand virtual reality Caravan
Double doors, marble floors, naked hoes around meEvery time I’m comin’ out, niggaz they wanna sign meGot the Lil’ Will diamond griller’sBlaze in the Benz and you can’t forget Den-DenBoobie diamond Ruby’s, I’m watchin’ on a movieDrop the top it’s cotton and you know I’m in a jacuzziBourban and I’m swervin’, man it’s gettin’ hotMy last name Lemmon, drive my tight ‘um off the lot, David Taylor
Wanna be a baller, shot callerTwenty inch blades on the ImpalaA caller gettin’ laid tonightSwisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by IkeI hit the highway, making money the fly wayBut there’s got to be a better wayA better way, better way, yeah
I hit the highway, everything’s my way, I parleyEveryday all day, ain’t no wayBoys can’t stop as I slide through your neighborhoodChop, chop, chop, headed straight to the topI only play to win ’bout to close up shopShow stoppin’ dead end, pimp the pen once againPeep the message I send
Take these levels that you devils can’t comprehendBig bout it Benz as I floss through the southBig blue lens now whatcha talkin’ about?Close yo’ mouth as I settle all scoresScream and shout my similes and metaphorsMansion doors I constantly closeAll you hoes go and take off your clothesLord knows ain’t no time to playCommence to fuckin’ and-a suckin’ on the H.A.W.K.
Wanna be a baller, shot callerTwenty inch blades on the ImpalaA caller gettin’ laid tonightSwisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by IkeI hit the highway, making money the fly wayBut there’s got to be a better wayA better way, better way, yeahh
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