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Featuring Problem & Killa Kyleon (Because nigga) I'm a balla, shot calla In the fast lane, in the Range Rover Call up, get head tonight Joint rolled tight, wrist stained with ice I hit the highway, getting money to fly away Always knew there'd be a better way A better way, better way yea I'm a balla, money 20 feet taller All the hoes answer whenever I call up Cause pussy I don't beat, I slaughter And they don't take for granted when a real nigga on em Yea bitch I'm on, kush keep me cloud Ain't about paper, nigga get from round Whole clique bowed, you ain't on our level Could tell by your best, be high as I travel Live fast, understood All my bitches bad so I'm good Lee rid the jug, we got leather in the wood Flow's got the wood feeling cocky Praying to the Lord, he the only one could stop me Red Rollie engine, push the horses like a jockey Songtexte2013 bet I sell a million copies No ice on the grill but I'm cool with my mouth piece Send it all up, I'mma ball til they bounce me Cause nigga I'm a balla, shot calla In the fast lane, in the Range Rover Call up, get head tonight Joint rolled tight, wrist stained with ice I hit the highway, getting money to fly away Always knew there'd be a better way A better way, better way yea Big ballin, smashin, makin my ins Smoking hella kush, getting high in the whim Big ballin, smashin, makin my ins Smoking hella kush, getting high in the whim In the Benzo gold as I slide down to hoes Killing my niggas frost, smoke fallin out the door Diamond Lane bout to show, my fool is getting chose Candy paint on the low, knock a bitch down slow Hittin green I smoke Spittin about the clique Presidential suite, lit bout 80 racks for the kit And don't quit as I get fly From town after uptown, blowin that fire Now we worldwide, VIP ride Tall bird nose and jaywalk, they can't be denied 3-5-4 thugs, I'm Bad Lucc wussup Told Big Pun and Bosco, they put that on blunts I'm a balla, shot calla In the fast lane, in the Range Rover Call up, get head tonight Joint rolled tight, wrist stained with ice I hit the highway, getting money to fly away Always knew there'd be a better way A better way, better way yea Competition at a minimal, money lookin plentiful All these diamonds and gold got me lookin presentable I ain't white but me and cocaine lookin identical 40 on my waist and I ain't shootin subliminals Gun rad merry, might kill a smooth criminal I just count casket, more ass than an enema She aksed to see my private, I told er I'm a general And everywhere I go I make a movie, no cinema I'm a Doberman, yall niggas miniatures You the type of nigga hat snitched before they sentenced ya You ain't the man or the nigga that they send em to You having soul salts so why the fuck I'm gon remember you? the new crew, I'm in demand like a new shoe Too true, it's over for you rappers, yall tiv through Run along, hang, get up like a new noose Kush in my cigar and got a cup full of screwed you I'm a balla, shot calla In the fast lane, in the Range Rover Call up, get head tonight Joint rolled tight, wrist stained with ice I hit the highway, getting money to fly away Always knew there'd be a better way A better way, better way yea RIP to the OG PIMPC DJ Scroo, Fat battin Hulk Shout out to the home boy Lil Troy It's my OG right there my nigga Dead E and we in this motherfucker by way of LA Salute to all the B's and C's Run it Aus Songtexte Mania