Lil' Troy - Wanna Be A Baller (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil' Troy - Wanna Be A Baller (en) Lyrics
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Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her getting laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight,
got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making
money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way!
A better way, better way, yeah
I'm a baller, I'm a twenty-
inch crawler
Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller
I-10 hauler, never leader
not a follower
Break these boys off I'm
a twenty-inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, I'm
outta sight I'm throwed
I'm bouncing off the road I'm
in a mode with them foe them
Take it to 'em
Hop out my big body form
Chain with the charm, can't
forget Moët along
I'm hot, find me looking good,
diamonds against my wood
Man it's understood
Got money in my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
For the nine-eight got to
sell a million copy
I'mma crawl slow puffin on
the Optimo hit the store
I'mma go real slow
Puffin indo out the door
I'mma lit the stash green,
man I'm looking clean
Want remote control screens
and nice Byzantines
Big balling, smashing, making my ends
Smoking big killa getting
high in the Benz
In the wind smoke goes as
I crawl down on Vogues
Twenty Lorenzo, smoke
all up in my nose
Your eyes, get froze,
as you see my low
Candy-red, two-door, let
my top down slow
Hitting, my remote, sitting,
in my shit
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
It don't quit, as I get high
From K.C. to H-Town, connecting
SouthSide
Now we worldwide, watch me highside
Fat Pat blowing killa, can't be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah we got love
Blowing sticky green we
flow through and above
Sittin' Fat Down South,
rolling Benz on blocks
More scrilla I got, signing
with Shortstop
And that's for real, so
tell me how you feel
To make a million dollars
out my first record deal
Shortstop putting up your
motherfuckin' ear
Really really don't give a fuck and
I ain't drinking on no beer
Codeine what I sip, pistol
grip when I ride
Trunk hit for life baby it's SouthSide
We on a fuckin' mission
Expedition Navigator
That's how we be riding,
alligator suitcasin
Puttin' it in your face,
and that's for real
Shining harder than the grill
it's the player Lil' Will
Down with the 2 Low,
Yungstar be a thug
So nigga nigga what? I'm
down with Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you
know it's going down
Represent that H-Town, pop
trunks surround by sound
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