Logic - Ballin' (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Logic - Ballin' (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Okay it's RattPack til my pulse flat
We keep it real, no false rap
I got 4 cars and they all black
Got 4 broads and they all that
(What) we call that?
Balling, doing this since my calling
Flow is so appalling
My phone off and she calling, I'm like
"Yeah, what it do?", Penthouse
man what a view
Fall back because I'm coming through
with my whole team they coming too
That's real, too real
Motherfucker tell me how you feel
I'm too good for my own good, I won't
leak the album I'll let it spill
Number 1 bitch I bet it will, do
the numbers I said it will
I play the game and I'm still the
same and I'll never change
Just to get a deal
Bitch I'm ballin', ballin',
I came from nothing to something
like it's nothing
Yeah you know I done it now
there's no discussion
I made a promise to my mama I'mma turn
these zeros into tons of commas
Closing million dollar deals catch me
swervin', burning 100 dollar bills
How it feel when you
Ballin', ballin', going
places they never go
It ain't all about the money but
I stack it cause you never know
I'mma live life 'til I overdose
While they sleeping on
me, that's comatose
I went mainstream with my main
team you just mad as fuck
you ain't come close
And yo next girl is my ex girl she
fine as hell but she a mess girl
All I do is rhyme I got no time so
I can't reply to yo text girl
Bitch I'm back again and I run it
Always gotta keep it one hundred
All of y'all know y'all want it
Turn it up and get blunted
I'm like fuck the money, fuck the fame
I came here to fuck up the game
Gon' get it... I'm feeling myself
Fresh to death, bitch
I'm killing myself
I'm gone
We burning it up, step in the
building we turning it up
Talking that shit but they never
end it, when I step to
the mic I be murdering it
And we living real good,
Mainstream but it's still good
I got raw shit, I got real
shit but right now it's
time for that feel good
What we call that?
"Yeah, what it do?",
Penthouse man what a view
Yeah, you know that we ballin'
we be going all in hold on
Let me slow it down so
y'all get the shit
These haters talk but
I don't give a shit
Got models, bottles and
the piff is lit
But we balling, kinda like
Spauldin and Rawling
On the road to riches never Stalling
Got yo girl all up all on my nuts
But she do it with joy,
no almonds, ugh
Living life to perfection
VIP that's the section
Presidential watch, presidential
suites
You would think we held an election
It go Logic first then I'm up next
I do not converse I just cut checks
I do not rehearse I just
drop the verse
I need to cop a hearse cause
I'm fresh to death
I bet you never seen so much designer
Never seen a nigga with
a bitch that's finer
Boy I stunt but I ain't even tryna
Swagging is nice but
first I'm a rhymer
And I rep Maryland home
of the Terrapins
Say you spit crack homie
we spit that heroin
Bring it right to your front
door like I'm caroling
Standing next to me would be so embarrassin'
yeah we be ballin'!
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