Lil Troy Wanna Be A Baller Lyrics
            Wanna be a balla, shot calla
            Twenty inch blades on the Impala
            A calla gettin laid tonight
            Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
            I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
            But there's got to be a BETTER WAYY!
            A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH
        
            [Yungstar]
            I'ma balla, I'ma twenty inch crawler
            Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller
            I-10 haula, not a leader not follower
            Break these boys off I'ma twenty inch crawla
        
            Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwed
            I'm bouncin off the road I'm in a modem with them fo'dem
            Tiny tune, hop out my big body form
            Chain with the chong, can't forget Moet along
        
            I'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 copy
        
            I'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 bezeltynes
        
            Chorus
            Wanna be a balla, shot calla
            Twenty inch blades on the Impala
            A calla gettin laid tonight
            Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
            I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
            But there's got to be a BETTER WAYY!
            A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH
        
            [Fat Pat]
            Big 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 Benz
        
            In 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 slow
        
            Hittin, my remote, sittin, in my s___
            Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
            It don't quit, as I get high
            from K.C. to H-Town, connectin SouthSide
        
            Now we worldwide, watch me highside
            Fat Pat blowin killa, can't be denied
            187 thugs, oh yeah we got love
            Blowin sticky green we flow through and above
        
            Chorus
            Wanna be a balla, shot calla
            Twenty inch blades on the Impala
            A calla gettin laid tonight
            Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
            I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
            But there's got to be a BETTER WAYY!
            A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH
        
            [Lil' Will]
            Sittin' 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 deal
            Shortstop puttin up your m_________in ear
            Really really dont give a f___ and I aint drinkin on no beer
            Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride
            Trunk hit fo' life baby it's SouthSide
            We on a f___in 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' Will
            Down with the 2-Low, Yungstar be a thug
            So n____ n____ 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 sound
        
            Chorus
            Wanna be a balla, shot calla
            Twenty inch blades on the Impala
            A calla gettin laid tonight
            Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
            I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
            But there's got to be a BETTER WAYY!
            A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH
        
            [Yungstar]
            I 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 inches
            Had 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 Caravan
            Double doors marble floors naked hoes around me
            Everytime I'm comin out, n____z they wanna sign me
            Got the Lil' Will diamond grillers ??
            Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget Den-Den
            b___ie 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 Taylor
        
            Chorus
            Wanna be a balla, shot calla
            Twenty inch blades on the Impala
            A calla gettin laid tonight
            Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
            I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
            But there's got to be a BETTER WAYY!
            A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH
        
            [Hawk]
            I hit the highway
            Everything's my way, I parle
            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 shop
            Showstoppin 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 contstantly close
            All you hoes go and take off your clothes
            Lord knows ain't no time to play
            Commence to f___in and-a suckin on the H.A.W.K.
        
            Chorus
            Wanna be a balla, shot calla
            Twenty inch blades on the Impala
            A calla gettin laid tonight
            Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
            I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
            But there's got to be a BETTER WAYY!
            A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH
        
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