Ballin` G`s lyrics

Artist  : Eightball 
Song : Ballin` G`s



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														   Eightball  MJG---Ballin' G's 

 

 Chorus: (Eightball) 

 be ballin g's we get buck 

 all ballin g's just get crunk 

 bitches let me see you ride that dick 

 nigga you got ice than rock that shit 

 real niggas they dont hide they shit 

 we live and die for niggas we ride wit 

 fuck tha fame you can have that shit 

 imma slang an husltin an try to break me a bitch


 

 Verse 1: (MJG) 

 I been many places 

 niggas pimpin an niggas playin 

 niggas hustlin niggas lyin an niggas prayin 

 for that allmighty 

 I ride them twenty inch yokohamas 

 in this game nigga I broke ya momma 

 smokin some-a 

 that tropical potent thunder 

 slangin dick knockin hoes down like lumber 

 chancin of u seein this nigga, Stevie Wonder 

 the pope said he wanna come smoke leave ya
number 

 

 (Eightball) 

 one of the realest niggas you looked at trick


 imma slang an hustle an try an break me a bitch


 soft ass niggas dont bust like this 

 eightball fuck up all yall when I spit 

 blows like snows in Ohio thats thick 

 catch this come up short like bushwick 

 trick we be known at the slap ridas click 

 we dont chase hoes an hate niggas that ride dick


 

 (Chorus) 

 

 Verse 2: (MJG) 

 w-w-w.m-j-g.com 

 give me the mic an ill give you songs 

 when the beats bumpin 

 give you something 

 for yo streo  

 an benz-o 

 chockin the fuck off endo 

 then go 

 splurgin off something in some over sized
excursins 

 livin with a bitch you do nothin but blow herbs


 when we tally hoe 

 daddy go 

 thats when my niggas say boom boom crack boom
boom 

 thats what the trigger say 

 

 (Eightball) 

 what I deliever  

 make you civil 

 like you was ??? 

 break the skeleton outta mothafuckas who sellin
them 

 shoot legs shootin heads necks an chests first


 physically hurtin me 

 but nigga the stress hurts 

 I got a red shirt 

 spreadin over this bullshit 

 sometimes I wanna put down this pen and pull
this 

 firearm 

 how come you think ??? with my pistol and  

 think I got no killin utensils 

 

 (MJG) 

 pistol play 

 playin wit me a get ya kidnapped 

 evidence show im just a hustla that know how to
rap 

 post up an im gone bleed yo block 

 make it hot til it burn like a nigga sellin
rocks 

 dd or one d nigga what the fuck 

 my room of s got my back in the cuts 

 ??? join the club  

 I bust all day 

 just as long as a mothafucka pay me what I
weight 

 hate in my bloodstream 

 smoked out dreams 

 shoot raps through my vein like a nigga was a
fiend 

 I told yall niggas we was hard from the start


 keep enough shit yo blow ya block apart 

 just to say I did that 

 you know who did that 

 that nigga everybody know 

 he in the fat pack 

 moet if it was fly nigga I said it 

 you might regret it if you wet it 

 and you need a medic 

 

 (Chorus) 

 

 (Eightball and MJG talking)