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Wanna Be a Baller (Screwed)

Wanna be a baller, shot caller

Twenty inch blades on the Impala

A caller gettin' laid tonight

Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike

I hit the highway, making money then fly way

But there's got to be a better way

A better way, better way, yeahI'ma baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler

Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller

I, 10 hauler, not a leader not follower

Break these boys off I'ma twenty inch crawlerBust a left, a right, I'm outta sight, I'm throwed

I'm bouncin' off the road, I'm in a modem with them foe dem

Tiny tune hop out my big body form chain

With the Chong, can't forget Moet alongI'm hot, find me lookin' good, diamonds against my wood

Man it's understood got money in my hood

I'm pushing, big body can't stop me

For the nine, eight got to sell a million copyI'ma crawl slow puffin' on the Optimo hit the sto'

I'ma go real slow puffin' indo out the do'

I'ma lit the stash green, man, I'm lookin' clean

Want remote control screens with ice bezeltynesWanna be a baller, shot caller

Twenty inch blades on the Impala

A caller gettin' laid tonight

Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike

I hit the highway, making money the fly way

But there's got to be a better way

A better way, better way, yeahBig ballin', smashin', makin' my ends

Smokin' big killa, gettin' high in the Benz

Big ballin', smashin', makin' my ends

Smokin' big killa, gettin' high in the BenzIn the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues

Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose

Yo eyes, get froze, as you see my low

Candy red, two-do', let my top down slowHittin', my remote, sittin', in my shit

Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit

It don't quit, as I get high

From K.C. to H-Town, connectin' South SideNow we worldwide, watch me high side

Fat Pat blowin' killa, can't be denied

187 thugs, oh yeah, we got love

Blowin' sticky green we flow through and aboveWanna be a baller, shot caller

Twenty inch blades on the Impala

A caller gettin' laid tonight

Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike

I hit the highway, making money the fly way

But there's got to be a better way

A better way, better way, yeahSittin' Fat Down South, rollin' Benz on blocks

Mo' scrilla I got, signin' with Shortstop

And that's for real, so tell me how you feel

To make a million dollars out my first record dealShortstop puttin' up your motherfuckin' ear

Really, really don't give a fuck and I ain't drinkin' on no beer

Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride

Trunk hit fo' life baby it's South SideWe on a fuckin' mission Expedition Navigator

That's how we be ridin', alligator suitcasin'

Puttin' it in your face and that's for real

Shinin' harder than the grill it's the player Lil' WillDown with the 2-Low, Yungstar be a thug

So nigga, nigga what? I'm down with Mo'Thugs

Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's goin' down

Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by soundWanna be a baller, shot caller

Twenty inch blades on the Impala

A caller gettin' laid tonight

Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike

I hit the highway, making money the fly way

But there's got to be a better way

A better way, better way, yeahI gots to get better man, it gots to move on

Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone

Broke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon

Used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inchesHad to get older, man, it got colder

I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder

Licks in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan

Boys don't understand virtual reality CaravanDouble doors, marble floors, naked hoes around me

Every time I'm comin' out, niggaz they wanna sign me

Got the Lil' Will diamond griller's [unverified]

Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget Den-DenBoobie diamond Ruby's, I'm watchin' on a movie

Drop the top it's cotton and you know I'm in a jacuzzi

Bourban and I'm swervin', man it's gettin' hot

My last name Lemmon, drive my tight 'um off the lot, David TaylorWanna be a baller, shot caller

Twenty inch blades on the Impala

A caller gettin' laid tonight

Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike

I hit the highway, making money the fly way

But there's got to be a better way

A better way, better way, yeahI hit the highway, everything's my way, I parley

Everyday all day, ain't no way

Boys can't stop as I slide through your neighborhood

Chop, chop, chop, headed straight to the top

I only play to win 'bout to close up shopShow stoppin' dead end, pimp the pen once again

Peep the message I send

Take these levels that you devils can't comprehend

Big bout it Benz as I floss through the south

Big blue lens now whatcha talkin' about?Close yo' mouth as I settle all scores

Scream and shout my similes and metaphors

Mansion doors I constantly close

All you hoes go and take off your clothes

Lord knows ain't no time to play

Commence to fuckin' and-a suckin' on the H.A.W.K.Wanna be a baller, shot caller

Twenty inch blades on the Impala

A caller gettin' laid tonight

Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike

I hit the highway, making money the fly way

But there's got to be a better way

A better way, better way, yeah

Songwriters

BIRKLETT, TROY / RHODES, BRUCE ISAAC / LEMON, JARVIS / HAWKINS, JOHN EDWARD / PREJEAN, TERENCE GLEN / HAWKINS, PATRICK L.Published by

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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