Ball (feat. Lil Wayne)

T.I.

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    [T.I. - Verse 1]
    Okay we walk off in this bitch
    Ballin’ in this bitch
    Hoppin’ out of Lambos and Ferraris in this bitch
    Poppin’ bottles with a thick red super model bitch
    They may talk a lot of that but they cant do alot of this
    Ay, Rico told me turn the lights on
    So I grab the Audemar and threw the ice on
    I’ma big dawg, got em pissed off
    A lot of niggas rapping, ain’t none this raw
    They like, eh look at T.I., ballin’ in the V.I.
    Bunch of bad bitches with a looking like Aaliyah
    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
    I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

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

    I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

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    [T.I. - Verse 2]
    The club full of bad bitches and they came to play
    Okay it must be your hair cause it aint your face
    Now if you looking for them bottles and them stacks girl
    You make your way up to my section where it’s at girl
    Okay do you wanna kick it with a nigga with a meal ticket
    Broke nigga looking mad, they just gotta deal with it
    Get right hoe, roll a dice hoe
    And oyu aint gotta be a dyke cause you like hoe
    But everyday I step behind a wall
    I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball
    I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me
    And a bucket full of bottles, buss it open
    If you wanna get drunk

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
    Ain’t no nigga like a Young Money nigga
    Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger
    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 nigga Ted Bundy
    I’m a good looking rapper, I ain’t tryna stunt
    Ima fire my blunt like Donald Trump
    Where you at hoe? Where you at hoe?
    Can a nigga stick key up in ya back door
    Tunechi

    [Hook]

    [T.I.]
    And do ya thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim
    And come around, wipe me down like Boosie dem
    That thang up for me, show me that you love me
    If it’s really too much for you you can bring a couple buddies
    Everyday I do my thang, big stones and chains
    She let me drill all in her mouth, no novacane
    Them other broke niggas, all they did was told ya thangs
    I could get ya on that G4 and show ya thangs
    I like my women fat, ass pretty toes and thing
    Long hair dont care as long as none down there
    If its manicured I can have fun down there
    Take you to whatever club throw some money in the air

    [Hook]

    Song details

    Composition: Clifford Harris, Richard Butler, Dwayne Carter, Eric Goudy II, and Earl Hood

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