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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Nudy
Young Nudy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quantavious T. Thomas
Quantavious T. Thomas
Lyrics
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Coupe
Coupe
Producer

Lyrics

You ballin' baby girl, yes, I can see it You ballin' baby girl, yes, I can see it You ballin' baby girl, yes, I can see it You ballin' baby girl, yes, I can see it You ballin' baby girl, yes, I can see it You ballin' (Coupe) You ballin' baby girl, yes I can see it Fine ass lil bitch in a Benz Popped out, it was her and her friend I'm poppin' shit, it's just me and my twin And I got racks on me soon we walk in Shit caught her eye, and I did it again I'm walking in and I look like the shit Really don't know, but I came from shit Yeah, havin' that stuff on And my blunts they stuffed And this ice on my wrist and my cup And it's lit and I ain't had enough So I'm on one And tonight finna go down Ain't finna play no games when it's going down Finna beat the pussy up, imma beat her back down Batter up, cause I know I'm finna run this shit around Finna stick her up, and I gotta do a pat down She gon suck me up every time a nigga sit down Tryna play the game but a bitch gon open her mouth Yeah she got that fire, she got that comeback Ain't tryna trip 'bout that shit, but I love that Fall in that pussy it feel like it love She is a real one, don't fuck with no scrub We get too freaky together, might fuck in the club I ain't gotta hide my sound, she know I'm a thug I ain't gotta hide my gun and I sell drugs We were friends before we ever fucked Now I'm always on your mental, I stay on your mind New nigga didn't work out Back at me but you burnt out You ballin' baby girl, yes I can see it Fine ass lil bitch in a Benz Popped out, it was her and her friend I'm poppin' shit, it's just me and my twin And I got racks on me soon we walk in Shit caught her eye, and I did it again I'm walking in and I look like the shit Really don't know, but I came from shit Yeah, havin' that stuff on And my blunts they stuffed And this ice on my wrist and my cup And it's lit and I ain't had enough So I'm on one And tonight finna go down Ain't finna play no games when it's going down Finna beat the pussy up, imma beat her back down Batter up, cause I know I'm finna run this shit around Came in the room and I was on shrooms (Came in the room and I was on shrooms) She didn't have no clue what a nigga finna do (Nah she didn't have no clue) I just got that text, she know what to do (Oh yeah, she know what to do) I'm finna take her down, she got me in that mood (Yeah, I'm finna take her down) And ain't got that much time, do what I do (do what I do) Yeah, I don't play no games, that's sumn I don't do (sumn I don't do) Yeah, If I had a main, I wish it was you (i wish it was you girl) Wish you had a twin cause I'd fuck two (cause I'd fuck two girls) And she ballin' and she got it on her own (And she ballin' and she got it on her own) Bad bitch, Yeah down to the bone (bad bitch, yeah down to the bone) No clue when she fuck to this song (No clue when she fuck to this song) Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, be gone You ballin' baby girl, yes I can see it Fine ass lil bitch in a Benz Popped out, it was her and her friend I'm poppin' shit, it's just me and my twin And I got racks on me soon we walk in Shit caught her eye, and I did it again I'm walking in and I look like the shit Really don't know, but I came from shit Yeah, havin' that stuff on And my blunts they stuffed And this ice on my wrist and my cup And it's lit and I ain't had enough So I'm on one And tonight finna go down Ain't finna play no games when it's going down Finna beat the pussy up, imma beat her back down Batter up, cause I know I'm finna run this shit around
Writer(s): Quantavious Tavario Thomas, Edward Maclin Cooper Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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