Слушать: Chingy — Balla Baby

Balla Baby

Chingy

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Chingy - Balla Baby
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Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Chingy
Chingy
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Howard Bailey
Howard Bailey
Композитор
Keith McMasters
Keith McMasters
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Keith Mack
Keith Mack
Продюсер

Слова

You know the definition Of a balla (Uh hu) that's me C-h-i-n-g to the y Let me explain it to you though Your prada looking flashy I'm a balla (say what) High, roller baby (baby, baby) Shot colla (thats right) Ain't nobody this crazy (like me) You a hatta (you a hatta) Why you tryin to play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (yeap, fake playa) Scared I'll take your lady (hey, I'm a ball for real) (Oh, oh, oh) Girl I know you do the nasty (nasty) I could tell when ya (when ya) walked past me (past me) And your proud I looking flashy Errrthings on your mind Just ask me I know my errrrelated stuff wasky (wabbit) Carrots all in the dezzy It's a habbit (uh) Wurrs my cash Outside I gotta Benz and Jag (both sittin on chrome) Is she down for gettin dirty with a 'get it' boy All I need is one night just hit it boy After the club we can checkin at five-star telly Get a suite an let me put somethin in your belly What's your name sheena (Ah) that you was shelly Don't matta four o'clock Just be ready Foreva solja probably won't come Back from your momma Must we think that's where ya get your back from I'm a balla (say what) High, roller baby (baby, baby) Shot colla (thats right) Ain't nobody this crazy (like me) You a hatta (you a hatta) Why you tryin to play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (yeap, fake playa) Ain't nobody killin (hey, I'm a ball for real) (Hands up, hands up, oh oh oh) Now I know we keep it crackin ask em and brit, (whats up) The girls on us so dirty who you rollin wit, (G-I-P) From magic city to the pink slip in the lou, (lou) Them chicks love the diamonds that I get from rob jewels We been in the spot maaaan hang up flirtin We be surrounding by girls man and I ain't burping All I know is money cash, sex, and j And I got all three no I dun play Chicks call me drama king like k-slay, (k-slay) Cuz n the bed I bring it (yeah) night and day Lettin rounds off in em like an ak You leavin wit me tell me is it free or do I have to pay, (what you say) I'm a balla (say what) High, roller baby (baby, baby) Shot colla (thats right) Ain't nobody this crazy (like me) You a hatta (you a hatta) Why you tryin to play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (balla) (yeap, fake playa) Ain't nobody killin (balla) (hey, I'm a ball for real) (Yes, yes, oh oh oh) I like them black, white, puerto ricon, or haitian Like japanese, chinese, or even asian, (okay) Don't matter what colour on this occasion, (fo sho) Like smoke take a hit of what I'm blazin I said to god it's me girls praisin Meet me at about 6 at the days inn 5 of em, 1 of me, I'm feelin caged in I'm a pimp, I'm gonna keep on playin You know I love em for that one night, (one night) I could take on ten with my one pipe, (one pipe) Knock em all like a bowlin pin on site, (on site) Make em soak, change, girl lookherre you better get your mind right, (cuz...) I'm a balla (say what) High, roller baby (baby, baby) Shot colla (thats right) Ain't nobody this crazy (like me) You a hatta (you a hatta) Why you tryin to play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (yeap, fake playa) Ain't nobody killin (hey, I'm a balla for real)
Writer(s): Howard Earl Bailey, Keith Mcmasters Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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