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  • Текст песни Royce Da 5'9' - Mr. Baller

    Исполнитель: Royce Da 5'9'
    Название песни: Mr. Baller
    Дата добавления: 13.06.2016 | 22:16:15
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    Nah man, we don't take our chains off...nah
    We're here to make noise!
    We're here to make noise
    With VA and Detroit boys
    We're here to make noise
    We're here to make noise!
    Nigga, we're here to make noise
    With VA and Detroit boys

    [Pusha T]
    Twin Nina Ross sisters
    Promise to never miss ya
    Hit ya thirty-four times to make your skin blister
    Extended clips, cocked back quick to chrome sisters
    You wild fire gunnin' bin barrels with rogue pistols
    Walkin' contradiction like "quiet noise"
    No words eyes blurred with my diamonds pores
    Four karats in these ears make you call your boys
    While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
    Blind love for money, head, and warm steel
    Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
    Life's so pricey, it's sendin' ya body chills
    And we baptize cars, put hollows through windshields

    [Hook x2 - Pharell]
    I'm Mr. Baller, nigga
    I'm Mr. Baller
    What's you talkin' bout nigga you see a baller
    Fuck that bullshit nigga cuz I'm a baller
    I take on all y'all nigga
    Now that's a baller

    [Tre-Little]
    Hollow tip what?
    Y'all cats don't want none
    I wanna see God, first come and meet my gun
    Life's a bitch
    Diamonds to shine (fucka) to shit
    Detroit, paradise if you roll wit my clique
    Otherwse, it's hell
    Ain't no escapin' the trips
    They gotta gun, good
    You'a need it in the land of the trench
    Pick 'em up, fuck 'em up
    Every man for theyself
    Unless you cheat wit a crew similar to myself
    We in the "to be" killa zone, playin' the D
    Lovin' the D
    Out-a-towners hatin' the D
    I die for the D
    If I could I'd fuckin' marry the D
    Stick my dick in the streets
    And nut a bomb in the D

    [Malice]
    You lookin' at at least 50 grand in your face
    And if you thought any less, just know you made a mistake
    They done told you wrong, Clipse in the grey Yukon
    Don't mistake this style for hot and it ain't lukewarm
    We gets busy
    Whether dressed in "crocdile" or Lizzie
    You can catch a hot ball from an all black Lizzie
    Start flamin', watch they cats start they explainin'
    Should've know, when around my dogs, tuck yo chain in
    Any time you look, bet you find us in whips
    Diamonds and shit, break scams from the finest of chicks
    Royce and Neptunes sick like dead babies in restrooms
    Malice and Dome Sheist, y'all niggaz is flesh wounds

    [Hook x2]

    [Royce Da 5'9]
    Well, uh
    I was trained to hang 'til the raid is over
    Roll wit nuttin' but a whole brigade of soldiers
    I was young holdin' guns, I kept one wit me
    In the flatbed in the back of an F-150
    I see three and the six, me and the Clipse
    Squeeze off, pop the guns, you seein' the tips
    Ride wit me, nigga die wit me
    Yo this money's the easiest shit to get in this world beside pussy
    That'll cost you, my whole crew will stomp you to death
    Wearin' cleats until you look like a waffle
    I won the battle
    The first nigga to ever get the cover of "The Source"
    And the cover of "Guns and Ammo"
    Burn you alive
    Soon as you and the fire collide
    Hit me, it'll just be a nigga hired to die
    Plus I ball, I'm ignorant dogg
    I'm a muthafuckin' star, nigga suck my balls
    (Suck my muthafuckin balls!)
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