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lirik lagu balla baby – chingy


[intro:]
you know the definition… of a balla
that’s me… ching to the y
lemme explain it to you though

[chorus:]
i’mma balla (balla) say what
high rolla baby (baby baby)
shot-caller balla (that’s right)
drivin chickens crazy
you a hata (you a hata)
why you tryna play me (i don’t think he know)
fake playa (fake playa)
scarred i’ll take ya lady
ain’t n*body gettin it like me (i’mma balla fa real)

[verse 1:]
girl i know you do the nasty (nasty)
i can tell when ya (when ya) walk past me (past me)
and ya prada lookin flashy
errthang on ya mind jus ask me
i know my err{ear} related to the wasky wabbit
carrots{karets} all in it jazzy, it’s a habit (uh)
wurrs my cash? outside – i gotta benz & jag
both sittin on chrome mags
is ya down for gettin dirty wit a git it boy?
all i need is one night, just to hit it boy
after the club we can take it to a five star telly
get a suite and lemme put some in ya belly
what’s ya name? sheena? aw thought you was sh*lly
don’t matta – 4 o’clock juss be ready
for a episode you prolly won’t come – back from
ya mama must be thick…that’s where ya get ya back from?

[chorus:]
i’mma balla (balla) say what
high rolla baby (baby baby)
shot-caller balla (that’s right)
drivin chickens crazy
you a hata (you a hata)
why you tryna play me (i don’t think he know)
fake playa (fake playa)
scared i’ll take ya lady
ain’t n*body gettin it like me (i’mma balla fa real)

[verse 2:]
gib we keep it crackin ask m & rich (wats up)
the girls on us, so derrty who you rollin wit? (gib)
from magic city to the pink slip in the lou
them chicks love the diamonds that i get from rob jewels
we be in the spot, main hang up, flirtin’
we be surrounded by girls…man and i ain’t perpin’
all i know is money, cash, hoes like jay (like jay)
and i got all 3. no i don’t play! (don’t play)
chicks call me “drama king” like kay slay (kay slay)
cuz in the bed i bring it – yeah! night & day. (day)
lettin’ rounds off in em like a ak
you leavin wit me… tell me is it free or do i have to pay?
whatchu say?

[chorus:]
i’mma balla (balla) say what
high rolla baby (baby baby)
shot-caller balla (that’s right)
drivin chickens crazy
you a hata (you a hata)
why you tryna play me (i don’t think he know)
fake playa (fake playa)
scared i’ll take ya lady
ain’t n*body gettin it like me (i’mma balla fa real)

[verse 3:]
i like em black, white, puerto rican or haitian
japanese, chinese, or even asian
it don’t matta what color on this occasian
like smoke, take a hit of what i’m blazin
instead of god it’s me these girls praisin’.
meet me at about 6 at the days inn.
5 of dem, 1 of me, i’m feelin’ caged in.
i’mma pimp… i’mma keep on playin’.
you know i luv em for that 1 night (1 night)
i can take on 10 with my 1 pipe (1 pipe)
knock em all like a bowlin pin on sight (on sight)
think i’m shawt changin girl look hurr,
you betta getcha mind right cuz…

[chorus:]
i’mma balla (balla) say what
high rolla baby (baby baby)
shot-caller balla (that’s right)
drivin chickens crazy
you a hata (you a hata)
why you tryna play me (i don’t think he know)
fake playa (fake playa)
scared i’ll take ya lady
ain’t n*body gettin it like me (i’mma balla fa real)


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Disclaimer: lirik lagu balla baby - chingy adalah properti dan hak cipta oleh pemilik / pencipta, dan disajikan untuk tujuan edukasi, promosi dan untuk penggunaan pribadi.


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