Baby D - We Ballin lyrics

[Verse One]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm about to get them dollars

D-O-L-L don't forget the A-R

And I'm a B-A-L-L on y'all

Swerving candy red show stopper

Kemp balling in the SS impala

In the green four DVD screen

20 inch dubs balling in the club

I'm a pimp a whore when you see me

Come and greet me Baby D beep me

We got some freaky deaky

We in 'fore the night get sticky player

Thats how we do it when we ride through the A-T-L

Yeah yeah ya ya ya (ya ya ya)

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We ballin [x10]

(We ballin) [x8]

[Verse Two]

Now how you talk fresh shorty seven days a week

Ride a navi 20 inches with the dvds

Go to the club and get in free

She started bouncing that ass then come ride with me

The iceberg is jay's cartier gold shades

Fresh from the barber shop temp fade

Money hoes and clothes with five g's to show

The oomp camp balling in a tinted black x-4

Here we come in the chevy playing pastor troy we ready

Swerving in a sky blue candy painted suburban

Straight getting to it they ask me how you do it baby

It's in my nature lady

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[Verse Three]

Purple rain got me and my homies drained

600 for an ounce of that Saddam Hussein

I grabbed it on a plane down to pick me up

Riding shotgun with Baby D blazin' up

Jumping out the Lexus truck

Signed a few autographs

The source gave us four mics and a paragraph

Damn it feels good to be home

Ain't nothing like riding on dubs and chrome

Player we home the oomp camp done got strong

All my niggas shining while these player haters dying in their heart

Shaquita getting busted catch a charge

And my cristal ain't cold

And I got no weed to roll

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