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Ballin' Uncontrollably |
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Ballin' Uncontrollably |
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Ballin' Uncontrollably |
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B-ballin' Uncontrollably |
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[x4] |
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Man, I got everything candy-painted |
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Candy-painted tint, it's(?) so dark |
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I'd be lying if I said I ain't hit |
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At least nine of my friends |
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Plus, I got so much candy paint in my rims |
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Paint be flyin' off my car |
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Be candy paintin' the neighborhood kids |
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I got that whole block lookin' like it's Candyland |
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Ask about me, man, they be like, there go the candy man |
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I park the car in the garage and go in and |
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Come back the next mornin' |
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The rims are still spinnin' |
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Hit the wheels on that Phantom, man, that shit looks like the Batmobile |
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32-inch rims, shit, I ain't even got no wheels |
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Custom-fitted, custom-kitted wood grain |
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Custom everything, what's that on the seat? |
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Custom mustard stain |
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Now let's go hit the mall, y'all know that we finna ball |
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Get out the car, they be like, "Ah, there go them superstars!" |
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Hit every single store, flash a fucking wad of cash |
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But I ain't buying shit, bitch |
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Kiss my candy-painted ass |
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We... |
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Ballin' Uncontrollably |
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Ballin' Uncontrollably |
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Ballin' Uncontrollably |
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B-ballin' Uncontrollably |
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[x4] |
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Yeah, yeah |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Hit the corner liquor store |
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To get Corona, tip the owners |
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Sipped it on the way out as I dipped, I wanna rip the road up |
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And I'ma hit the cinema and I'ma get the hoes, |
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When I be it, I be it, shit, anything goes |
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I'm ballin' out of control, girls know I'm loaded with dough |
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But, shit, I'm stingy as fuck |
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I'm fuckin' stingy as hoes(?) |
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These bitches don't get a crumb, and it come |
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But I'm like what up |
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Shut up, bitch, sit up, get up off them knees |
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My candy paint's enough |
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If you're lucky, I'll let you hug me, but that's all you get |
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Then I'ma split, disappear, a cloud of smoke is all you see |
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Yeah... |
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Ballin' Uncontrollably |
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Ballin' Uncontrollably |
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Ballin' Uncontrollably |
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B-ballin' Uncontrollably |
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[x4] |
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Bitch, get the fuck out my car if we ain't finna fuck |
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I'm horny as fuck, bitch, are you suckin' my dick or what? |
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I'll fuck a chick in the butt, I really don't give a shit |
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Is pretty Marshall gonna have to go choke me a bitch? |
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You fuckin' keyed up my Benz |
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Bitch, I beat up my friends |
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Don't think I won't beat a bitch |
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I'll kick a six-year-old in the ribs |
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You fuckin' retard, I'll have you suckin' farts out my seat |
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I'll teach you not to know how to control your bowels when you eat |
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What the fuck do you think that colostomy bag is for, looks? |
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I ain't waste nine bullets on you for you to not sing no hooks |
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I fuckin' take a Make a Wish Foundation patient with me |
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How 'bout some coke inside of your saline solution IV? |
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Turn around and use it on me |
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You tryna take my keys? |
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You fuckin' broad, get in back, you're comin' to Florida with me, |
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Tell your momma I'ma drop you off at the hospital later |
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We finna make this run |
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Take this gun and cover me, Slater |
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And quit your... |
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Ballin' Uncontrollably |
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Ballin' Uncontrollably |
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Ballin' Uncontrollably |
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B-ballin' Uncontrollably |
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[x4] |
