Ying Yang Twins

Ballin' G's Songtext / Lyric


Ying Yang Twins - Ballin' G's Songtext


Chorus: (d-roc)

be ballin g's we get buck

all ballin g's just get crunk

bitches let me see you ride that dick

nigga you got ice than rock that shit

real niggas they dont hide they shit

we live and die for niggas we ride wit

f**k tha fame you can have that shit

imma slang an husltin an try to break me a bitch






Verse 1: (kaine)

I been many places

niggas pimpin an niggas playin

niggas hustlin niggas lyin an niggas prayin

for that allmighty

I ride them twenty inch yokohamas

in this game nigga I broke ya momma

smokin some-a

that tropical potent thunder

slangin dick knockin hoes down like lumber

chancin of u seein this nigga, Stevie Wonder

the pope said he wanna come smoke leave ya number



(d-roc)

one of the realest niggas you looked at trick

imma slang an hustle an try an break me a bitch

soft ass niggas dont bust like this

eightball f**k up all yall when I spit

blows like snows in Ohio thats thick

catch this come up short like bushwick

trick we be known at the slap ridas click

we dont chase hoes an hate niggas that ride dick



(Chorus)



Verse 2: (kaine)



give me the mic an ill give you songs

when the beats bumpin

give you something

for yo streo

an benz-o

chockin the f**k off endo

then go

splurgin off something in some over sized excursins

livin with a bitch you do nothin but blow herbs



when we tally hoe

daddy go

thats when my niggas say boom boom crack boom boom

thats what the trigger say



(d-roc)

what I deliever

make you civil

like you was?

break the skeleton outta mothaf**kas who sellin them

shoot legs shootin heads necks an chests first

physically hurtin me

but nigga the stress hurts

I got a red shirt

spreadin over this bullshit

sometimes I wanna put down this pen and pull this

firearm

how come you think? with my pistol and

think I got no killin utensils



(kaine)

pistol play

playin wit me a get ya kidnapped

evidence show im just a hustla that know how to rap

post up an im gone bleed yo block

make it hot til it burn like a nigga sellin rocks

dd or one d nigga what the f**k

my room of 45's got my back in the cuts

? join the club

I bust all day

just as long as a mothaf**ka pay me what I weight

hate in my bloodstream

smoked out dreams

shoot raps through my vein like a nigga was a fiend

I told yall niggas we was hard from the start

keep enough shit yo blow ya block apart

just to say I did that

you know who did that

that nigga everybody know

he in the fat pack

moet if it was fly nigga I said it

you might regret it if you wet it

and you need a medic



(Chorus)



(d-roc and kaine talkin)

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