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Ball Lyrics

T.I. – Ball Lyrics

from album: Trouble Man Heavy Is The Head (2012)
[Verse 1: T. I.]
Okay we walk off in this bitch
Ballin in this bitch
Hoppin' out the lambos and ferraris in this bitch
Poppin' bottles with a thick red super model bitch
They be talking a lot of that but they can't do a lot of this
Ay, rico told me turn the lights on
So I grab the audemar and threw the ice on
Imma big dawg, got a pistol
A lot of n-ggas rapping aint none this raw
They like, ay look at T. I., ballin' in the V. I.
Bunch of bad bitches with a [?] looking like alliyah
We just pull up, hop out
Go in, show out
Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard

[Hook:]
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
Gotta Bottle, Gotta bottle, Gotta Marley, Gotta Blunt

Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball

Gotta Bottle, Gotta bottle, Gotta Marley, Gotta Blunt
Ball

[Verse 2: T. I.]

[Hook:]
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
Gotta Bottle, Gotta bottle, Gotta Marley, Gotta Blunt

Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball

Gotta Bottle, Gotta bottle, Gotta Marley, Gotta Blunt
Ball

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Ain't no n-gga like a Young Money N-gga
Pop that p-ssy like a gun, pull the trigga
Shake that ass like a salt shaker
I keep a L lit up like an elevator
Bitch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse
I throw that dick like darts
Drink all muddy, flag all bloody
I'm killin' these hoes like that n-gga Ted Bundy
I'm a good looking rapper, I ain't trying stunt
Imma fire my blunt like Donald Trump
Where you at hoe? Where you at hoe?
Can a n-gga stick key up in ya back door, Tunechi

[Hook:]
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
Gotta Bottle, Gotta bottle, Gotta Marley, Gotta Blunt

[Verse 3: T. I.]
I like my women fat ass, pretty toes and thing
Long hair don't care as long as none down there
If it's manicured I can have fun down there
Take her to whatever club throw some money in the air
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