I'm off this red-eye shit Lost thinkers ain't seen shit My bitch bowlegged and shit Thick thighs with them hazel eyes Smell the air, the night is mine You busters think I'm lyin I'm fin' to go in this casino now And lean up on them tables, why?
Compulsive gambler with a compulsive hammer Bitches be takin pictures with the get'em'hoe cameras By this time a lot of niggaz got enter Throw my shit 'cross to the pit boss Montana Comin out cause I'm feelin real good With a look like, "Bitch I wish you would" Try to slow my roll, hold me up It ain't gon' go, not this time bitch no I'm back up in this hoe, for the lights I want them D's, the titles, the rights I'm laughin loud cause I'm feelin real nice I spins around in my chair twice I tap the pad part real real hard This table heah, y'all can just disregard YOU hoes need to keep on walkin Cause y'all gon' fuck me up with all that talkin
[Chorus: repeat 2X] Can't, stop me baby I'ma baller baby I'm too hot to ladies play-boys baby Can't, break me baby cause I'm paper baby Can't, hate me baby gotta love you baby Can we ball? Where my dogs? Where my broads? (Hook us up) Alla y'all Can we ball? Where my dogs? Where my broads? Alla y'all
[Tela] I started last night but now it's sunny Long run like Marie in Dunny(??) Bitch on the side buggin, look honey All I'm thinkin is, big money Pussy don't come poke I don't fuck if I'm broke That's how half these niggaz done, lost they stroke Now, slide them lights and blow on my throw I Shakes 'em twice through the air they float, point Twenty-five on the line (6 the easy way) Thirteen in the field, 50 odds, oh my God My whole table charged I picks up a hundred eighty-eight yards Sparks, balloons, room, V.I.P. cards (Hook us up) You fuckers think y'all smart Who sent y'all? Hey fuck y'all Fuck these cards, I'm outta Dodge
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[Tela] Towards the do' my ass done stopped You guessed it, I'm at them slots I drops two rubber bands, why not? I'm up a hand at the MG Grand Two mo' honeybuns the whole shit locked Big guns, seven across, jackpot My ass is hot, I'm heated I'm scorch, I'm holdin it down, I'm runnin the court In other words to make a long story short .. I know the fuckin sport I got the owner bout to shit his shorts I got the city on life support After this run I'ma sit and soak Cause after this run, ain't SHIT broke After this run, I don't need to smoke I'ma get a bitch and get throwed on the boat
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