Ball lyrics

[Verse 1: T.I.]

Okay we walk off in this bitch

Ballin' in this bitch

Hoppin' out of Lambos and Ferraris in this bitch

Poppin' bottles with a thick red super model bitch

They may talk a lot of that but they can't do alot of this

Ay, Rico told me turn the lights on

So I grab the Audemar and threw the ice on

I'm a big dawg, got em pissed off

A lot of niggas rapping, ain't none this raw

They like, eh look at T.I., ballin' in the V.I.

Bunch of bad bitches with a look-alike Aaliyah

We just pull up, hop out

Go in, show out

Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard

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This club so packed, these hoes so drunk

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk

I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball

Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball

Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball

I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

[Verse 2: T.I.]

The club full of bad bitches and they came to play

Okay it must be your eye cause it ain't your face

Now if you looking for them bottles and them stacks girl

You make your way up to my section where it's at girl

Okay do you wanna kick it with a nigga with a meal ticket

Broke nigga looking mad, they just gotta deal with it

Get right hoe, roll a dice hoe

And oyu ain't gotta be a dyke cause you like hoe

But everyday I step behind a wall

I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball

I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me

And a bucket full of bottles, buss it open

If you wanna get drunk

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[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Ain't no nigga like a Young Money nigga

Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger

Shake that ass like a salt shaker

I keep a L lit up like an elevator

Bitch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse

I throw that dick like darts

Drink all muddy, flag all bloody

I'm killin' these hoes like that nigga Ted Bundy

I'm a good looking rapper, I ain't tryna stunt

I'm a fire my blunt like Donald Trump

Where you at hoe? Where you at hoe?

Can a nigga stick his key up in ya back door

Tunechi

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[Verse 4: T.I.]

And do ya thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim

And come around, wipe me down like Boosie dem

That thang up for me, show me that you love me

If it's really too much for you you can bring a couple buddies

Everyday I do my thang, big stones and chains

She let me drill all in her mouth, no novacane

Them other broke niggas, all they did was told ya thangs

I could get ya on that G4 and show ya thangs

I like my women fat, ass pretty toes and thing

Long hair don't care as long as none down there

If it's manicured I can have fun down there

Take you to whatever club throw some money in the air

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