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Hmm..
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Chorus repeat 2x
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Big Ballin, VRC made niggaz
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Shot callin, we know the mother hold never falling
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the original never we straight flossin
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Verse 1:???
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I'm put to roll you like some gumbo, fresh out the pot
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Ballin all off out of control, wodie
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Ridin big ol' ass trucks, buyin whatever the fuck I want
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Holla I want this, pullin out a green trump
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I roll with hustlers, ballers, and killers
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And you don't want to go to war with a pro
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I be on the go, actin' a got damn fool
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Totin my four five cuz thats my boo
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I keep my rat-a-tat-a-tat-a lied low in my Lac
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And if some shit jump off I'm a roast your ass
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I got ??? cream dog, A to the One
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With a tight grip on my green dog, wodie
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I'm straight pimpin the game, livin my life like a kingpin
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Everyday livin by the trigga cuz I'm all in
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Cheddar chasin', no time for no stallin
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Money, weed, cars, hoes, big ballin
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Hook
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Its beautiful
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I told you once before and I'm a tell you again
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Its beautiful here on top baby
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I mean the scenery is just gorgeous
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Second verse baby
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Second Verse: Beelow
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I make your block hotter than wind
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With the people at your door
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Did they see to much traffic, cuz I'm ballin out of control
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Ghetto millionaire, till I took it to another level
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Cuz when it comes down to this ballin ain't a thing you can tell me
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Ballaholic baby
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Got more things then you can pronounce
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You can call me baby
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I move nothing less then an ounce
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Ain't no sense in stunnin' and frontin' and actin' like you want that
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Your paper straight you bout your business you can get that
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My Benz's all be bubbled, my Suburban I just gutted
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I came in and look at all that grain them hoes loved it
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Chorus x2
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Verse Three: Beelow
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I be that big money gripper
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Candycomb corn flipper
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This set is bling blingin' when I'm on your block dippin'
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Drunk funkin' with that VLO, wodie
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I heard you thought I wasn't now ya owe me
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Ain't no ends too my pockets cuz my paper too long
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I be the brother that can be talkin' off two cell phones
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They be like no he didn't, but best believe I did
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Keep that nine on my side just so you know I came to win
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Hundred thousand dollar shop, it ain't no thang to me
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Buy about every day of the week, that ain't no thang to me
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Platinum on my wrist and fingers, ain't no thang to me
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A ballaholic till I die is what I aim to be
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So catch me flippin on my set and my Yokohama slims
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Been in blocks gettin caddys, flossin harder then your daddy
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See a Rolex for forty g's I got to get that
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I even bought with my Suburban how u luv that?
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Chorus x2
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Verse Four: ???
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Shit,
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How many niggas you know look good when they floss like me
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And how many niggas you know could claim they the boss like me
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Shit I don't know, but every time I take a cruise
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All these niggas be lookin like "Damn" and these bitches looking like "Oooh"
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See me comin' in my Navigator or its in my Benz
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Gotcha old lady running around telling all her friends
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Oooh girl he look cute, damn a nigga fine
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Ain't even stop to shine but its so already in line
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Shit, BMG to me stand for Big Money Grippers
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Steady clockin' major figgas
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VRC hard hitters
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Shit, my nigga low, he already worth a mil
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All these niggas over here shining and bling blinging they got to chill
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Already can't see good cuz I'm full of ??? weed
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See this chain around my neck it be up for about 20 g's
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Everything I roll with plushed
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Everything I wear be crushed
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And before I meet her I fucked
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Big Ballin nigga what
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Ballaholic
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