Mr. Baller
Исполнитель: Royce Da 5`9``
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<br>[Pharell]<br>Nah man, we don`t take our chains off...nah<br>We`re here to make noise!<br>We`re here to make noise<br>With VA and Detroit boys<br>We`re here to make noise<br>We`re here to make noise!<br>Nigga, we`re here to make noise<br>With VA and Detroit boys<br><br>[Pusha T]<br>Twin Nina Ross sisters<br>Promise to never miss ya<br>Hit ya thirty-four times to make your skin blister<br>Extended clips, cocked back quick to chrome sisters<br>You wild fire gunnin` bin barrels with rogue pistols<br>Walkin` contradiction like "quiet noise"<br>No words eyes blurred with my diamonds pores<br>Four karats in these ears make you call your boys<br>While I`m surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys<br>Blind love for money, head, and warm steel<br>Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels<br>Life`s so pricey, it`s sendin` ya body chills<br>And we baptize cars, put hollows through windshields<br><br>[Hook x2] [Pharell]<br>I`m Mr. Baller, nigga<br>I`m Mr. Baller<br>What`s you talkin` bout nigga you see a baller<br>Fuck that bullshit nigga cuz I`m a baller<br>I take on all y`all nigga<br>Now that`s a baller<br><br>[Tre-Little]<br>Hollow tip what?<br>Y`all cats don`t want none<br>I wanna see God, first come and meet my gun<br>Life`s a bitch<br>Diamonds to shine (fucka) to shit<br>Detroit, paradise if you roll wit my clique<br>Otherwse, it`s hell<br>Ain`t no escapin` the trips<br>They gotta gun, good<br>You`a need it in the land of the trench<br>Pick `em up, fuck `em up<br>Every man for theyself<br>Unless you cheat wit a crew similar to myself<br>We in the "to be" killa zone, playin` the D<br>Lovin` the D<br>Out-a-towners hatin` the D<br>I die for the D<br>If I could I`d fuckin` marry the D<br>Stick my dick in the streets<br>And nut a bomb in the D<br><br>[Malice]<br>You lookin` at at least 50 grand in your face<br>And if you thought any less, just know you made a mistake<br>They done told you wrong, Clipse in the grey Yukon<br>Don`t mistake this style for hot and it ain`t lukewarm<br>We gets busy<br>Whether dressed in "crocdile" or Lizzie<br>You can catch a hot ball from an all black Lizzie<br>Start flamin`, watch they cats start they explainin`<br>Should`ve know, when around my dogs, tuck yo chain in<br>Any time you look, bet you find us in whips<br>Diamonds and shit, break scams from the finest of chicks<br>Royce and Neptunes sick like dead babies in restrooms<br>Malice and Dome Sheist, y`all niggaz is flesh wounds<br><br>[Hook x2]<br><br>[Royce Da5`9]<br>Well, uh<br>I was trained to hang `til the raid is over<br>Roll wit nuttin` but a whole brigade of soldiers<br>I was young holdin` guns, I kept one wit me<br>In the flatbed in the back of an F-150<br>I see three and the six, me and the Clipse<br>Squeeze off, pop the guns, you seein` the tips<br>Ride wit me, nigga die wit me<br>Yo this money`s the easiest shit to get in this world beside pussy<br>That`ll cost you, my whole crew will stomp you to death<br>Wearin` cleats until you look like a waffle<br>I won the battle<br>The first nigga to ever get the cover of "The Source"<br>And the cover of "Guns and Ammo"<br>Burn you alive<br>Soon as you and the fire collide<br>Hit me, it`ll just be a nigga hired to die<br>Plus I ball, I`m ignorant dogg<br>I`m a muthafuckin` star, nigga suck my balls<br>(Suck my muthafuckin balls!)<br><br>[Hook x4]