Mr. Baller (feat. Clipse, Pharrell & Tre Little) - Royce da 5'9"
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[Pharell]<br /> Nah man, we don't take our chains off...nah<br /> We're here to make noise!<br /> We're here to make noise<br /> With VA and Detroit boys<br /> We're here to make noise<br /> We're here to make noise!<br /> Nigga, we're here to make noise<br /> With VA and Detroit boys[Pusha T]<br /> Twin Nina Ross sisters<br /> Promise to never miss ya<br /> Hit ya thirty-four times to make your skin blister<br /> Extended clips, cocked back quick to chrome sisters<br /> You wild fire gunnin' bin barrels with rogue pistols<br /> Walkin' contradiction like "quiet noise"<br /> No words eyes blurred with my diamonds pores<br /> Four karats in these ears make you call your boys<br /> While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys<br /> Blind love for money, head, and warm steel<br /> Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels<br /> Life's so pricey, it's sendin' ya body chills<br /> And we baptize cars, put hollows through windshields[Hook: x 2]<br /> I'm Mr. Baller, nigga<br /> I'm Mr. Baller<br /> What's you talkin' bout nigga you see a baller<br /> Fuck that bullshit nigga 'cause I'm a baller<br /> I take on all why'all nigga<br /> Now that's a baller[Tre-Little]<br /> Hollow tip what?<br /> why'all cats don't want none<br /> I want to see God, first come and meet my gun<br /> Life's a bitch<br /> Diamonds to shine (fucka) to shit<br /> Detroit, paradise if you roll wit my clique<br /> Otherwse, it's hell<br /> Ain't no escapin' the trips<br /> They gotta gun, good<br /> You'a need it in the land of the trench<br /> Pick 'em up, fuck 'em up<br /> Every man for theyself<br /> Unless you cheat wit a crew similar to myself<br /> We in the "to be" killa zone, playin' the D<br /> Lovin' the D<br /> Out-a-towners hatin' the D<br /> I die for the D<br /> If I could I'd fuckin' marry the D<br /> Stick my dick in the streets<br /> And nut a bomb in the D[Malice]<br /> You lookin' at at least 50 grand in your face<br /> And if you thought any less, just know you made a mistake<br /> They done told you wrong, Clipse in the grey Yukon<br /> Don't mistake this style for hot and it ain't lukewarm<br /> We gets busy<br /> Whether dressed in "crocdile" or Lizzie<br /> You can catch a hot ball from an all black Lizzie<br /> Start flamin', watch they cats start they explainin'<br /> Should've know, when around my dogs, tuck yo chain in<br /> Any time you look, bet you find us in whips<br /> Diamonds and shit, break scams from the finest of chicks<br /> Royce and Neptunes sick like dead babies in restrooms<br /> Malice and Dome Sheist, why'all niggaz is flesh wounds[Hook: x 2][Royce Da5'9]<br /> Well, uh<br /> I was trained to hang 'til the raid is over<br /> Roll wit nuttin' but a whole brigade of soldiers<br /> I was young holdin' guns, I kept one wit me<br /> In the flatbed in the back of an F-150<br /> I see three and the six, me and the Clipse<br /> Squeeze off, pop the guns, you seein' the tips<br /> Ride wit me, nigga die wit me<br /> Yo this money's the easiest shit to get in this world beside pussy<br /> That'll cost you, my whole crew will stomp you to death<br /> Wearin' cleats until you look like a waffle<br /> I won the battle<br /> The first nigga to ever get the cover of "The Source"<br /> And the cover of "Guns and Ammo"<br /> Burn you alive<br /> Soon as you and the fire collide<br /> Hit me, it'll just be a nigga hired to die<br /> Plus I ball, I'm ignorant dogg<br /> I'm a muthafuckin' star, nigga suck my balls<br /> (Suck my muthafuckin balls!)[Hook: x 4]<br /> <br /> Songwriters<br /> Hugo, Chad / Williams, Pharrell L / Thornton, Terrence Le Varr / Thornton Jr, Gene Elliott / Montgomery, Ryan DPublished by<br /> Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.Lyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>
Mr. Baller (feat. Clipse, Pharrell & Tre Little) Lyrics
[Pharell]
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: x 2]
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga
I'm Mr. Baller
What's you talkin' bout nigga you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit nigga 'cause I'm a baller
I take on all why'all nigga
Now that's a baller[Tre-Little]
Hollow tip what?
why'all cats don't want none
I want to 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, why'all niggaz is flesh wounds[Hook: x 2][Royce Da5'9]
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!)[Hook: x 4]
Songwriters
Hugo, Chad / Williams, Pharrell L / Thornton, Terrence Le Varr / Thornton Jr, Gene Elliott / Montgomery, Ryan DPublished by
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.