Ball Lyrics – T.I. ft. Lil Wayne

Ball Text

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[T.I. - Verse 1]
Okay we walk off in this b**ch
Ballin’ in this b**ch
Hoppin’ out of Lambos and Ferraris in this b**ch
Poppin’ bottles with a thick red super model b**ch
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 p**sed 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 b**ches 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

[T.I. - Verse 2]
The club full of bad b**ches and they came to play
Okay it must be your hair cause it ain't 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 ain't 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]

[Lil Wayne - Verse 3]
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
b**ch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse
I throw that di*k 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 don't 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]