Playas been asking, what y'all been doing lately?
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[Chorus (2X):]
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Ask what we're doing, just ballin
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Trying to keep my bills straight stacking never fallin
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Caddy or a Lex, trying to hit the next plateau
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Flex with the roll droppin drooly go-go's
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I was smoking B's since I was a po po
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Got the pimp to my soul, so I'll pimp till I'm old
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Hold on for a minute let me call my you know (you know)
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[Over Chorus]
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There I go steppin out the Caddy or a Lexus, doing my thing,
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Just Ballin' trying to hit the next plateau,
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Flexin roll rolls droppin drooly go-go's
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Smoking b's
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[Verse 1:]
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You know about uno, two hoes let us flex slow, to the front row,
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You know when the hoes be fallin down, think with instinction get attention,
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Should I mention, let a baller long lead that dragon staggin lidow,
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But let me proceed to approach the widow, simple complicated like riddle,
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Can't smoke a "b" without no weed in it though,
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Pimp ala 'g' got her face in the pillow, but really though,
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Ain't got no time for a silly ho cause I gotta page everybody and I'm like
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Really yo,
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Brother's start takin so I dial until I hit the last number,
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Three bad girls from last summer,
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La da da drink that we sipped in the hummer,
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Meet me on the shore cause a nigga got drummer
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I'm still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs,
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Hanging with the thugs and um, conversation too raw,
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Bumping all the hoes you saw, never overrest can't go against law,
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[Chorus (2X)]
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[Verse 2:]
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Um, shimmy shaw,
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Hoppin out the Lex with an arm full of pretty hoes,
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Put the Caddy to the side, do you wanna smoke and ride,
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Cause you heard that a playa just went gone,
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Cause I attact all the pretty hoes,
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Don Mack and it's on with the pretty clothes,
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And I set off the click like a centerfold,
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When I'm in the mall, take a pull of the overdose of indow,
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Light tint on the window, holler at the last one to bag one,
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You get this "b", take a pull and I pass one,
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Roll on my wrist and escape when I flash my bad ass hoes all the fast ass
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Hoes,
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I take a pose so call the ho fro,
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7 after 4 go Lex in my mode, mm-mm-mm if only they know,
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When I get blowed slappin that show,
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From the C-H-I-C-A-G-O, AKA better known as Belo,
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Cause I'm still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs,
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Hanging with the thugs and um, conversation too raw,
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Bumping all the hoes you saw, never overrest can't go against law.
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[Chorus (2X)]
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[Verse 3:]
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It was Don Perignon I was sippin,
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Now, bout, 4 or 5 girls I was pimpin,
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Now, this weed got me laughing and trippin,
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Slippin clippin, smash riding the tippin,
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Talk about the niggas in the game that was flippin,
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Violated for the thing they say after dippin,
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But squash this, see it's all about the ballin,
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All the stars and the juice that a nigga be flexin,
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With the 5 double O without the fins on your Lexus,
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Make the hoes write your taxes,
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Keep it real so they know what your checkin,
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Need to protection, for disrepectin a pescar recollectin,
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Baby girl need some action,
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Well, she can meet me at the crib for her lesson,
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Smell the ass in and the weed smellin fresh and,
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Shotguns in the chest and check out the blowed expression,
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I wasn't really undressin, it's more than you're askin,
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I'm at the click hittin acid,
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And I'm still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs,
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Hanging with the thugs havin conversation in the raw
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Bumping all the hoes you saw, never choose red over law.
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[Chorus out]
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Just Ballin'
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| Do Or Die |
