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Chingy
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Balla Baby Remix
Lyricist:Howard Bailey, Carl Bowers, Keith Mcmasters, Wesley Weston
Yeah, yeah, this for my ballers world wide, state to state City to city, ballers ballers Let's do this, dirty remix You know, ching-a-ling You know how I do it, representing St. Louis Put your hands up, put your hands up
I'm a baller (Baller) Highroller, baby Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (Caller) Driving chickens crazy Where the shotcaller's at?
You a hater (Hater) Why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player (Player) Afraid I'll take your lady Where the shotcallers at?
I got the pots up in the kitchen I'm just a baller pitching in my division Yes, me coming, some people be like dissing My 26 rims like full moons, they be glistening
So yes I got my eye for these chicks when I'm dishing The critics be talking, I walk past and start hissing Looking at my wrists, and shooting them balls In detroit like I play for the pistons Baby if you listening, I'm a tour so much
Some folks say I'm missing, getting This baller skiing, I be running around with it Spitting it, the hood in here, a lotta ballers drop down in here I wish you would in here, we smoke good in here
Moving through your hood shining Keep yellow, I'm gonna wear blue diamonds Look mellow, always be grinding, rhyming I get 50 thousand for an in-store signing, cause I'm a
I'm a baller (Baller) Highroller, baby Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (Caller) Driving chickens crazy Where the shotcaller's at?
You a hater (Hater) Why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player (Player) Afraid I'll take your lady Where the shotcallers at?
It ain't nothing to a boss That's why I spent three hundred on a cross Pink and yellow, pink and yellow that's the combination I know a skinny rapper out here playa hating
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 'Cause I got thirty blocks on my resume I got my own liquor, why he drinking alizee? Me and Chingy got the pop charts on lock But I still get respect on my own block
Niggers try to take my money, but I bounce back Three cribs, one viper, and a Mayback I'm like, baby, you can call me the birdman But I'm the boss, I don't hustle on the curb, man
Now everybody in my crib got a clover chain So even when I'm not around, they promote the name I'm little flip, rapping H-town untill I'm gone I took a trip to Amsterdam smoking out a bomb A baller, baby
I'm a baller (Baller) Highroller, baby Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (Caller) Driving chickens crazy Where the shotcaller's at?
You a hater (Hater) Why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player (Player) Afraid I'll take your lady Where the shotcallers at?
That's me, that's right, I've got a bentley for sure A hundred million in the bank, plus I'm getting some more I'm the type of dude, moving more product than stores I'm a cook it in the kitchen for the price of the room
I've got black diamonds, quarter million biller on shore On a white sandy beach with kickers and whores Said I'm on another level that you can't afford Princess cuts, round diamonds, and getting more
That's why I shoot my dice four thousand or more 'Cause my price at work sure be on soar That's why we need a hundred grand for at stores 'Cause I won't settle for nothing less than more
I'm a baller (Baller) Highroller, baby Where the ballers at? Shotcaller (Caller) Driving chickens crazy Where the shotcaller's at?
You a hater (Hater) Why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player (Player) Afraid I'll take your lady Where the shotcallers at?
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