wanna be a baller
Singer:lil' troy
twenty-inch blades on the impala
call her getting laid tonight
but there's got to be a better way!
i'm a twenty-inch crawler
never leader not a follower
break these boys off i'm a twenty-inch crawler
i'm outta sight i'm throwed
i'm bouncing off the road i'm in a mode with them foe them
i'm pushing big body can't stop me
for the nine-eight got to sell a million copy
i'mma crawl slow puffin on the optimo hit the store
i'mma lit the stash green
want remote control screens and nice byzantines
twenty-inch blades on the impala
call her getting laid tonight
but there's got to be a better way!
smoking big killa getting high in the benz
smoking big killa getting high in the benz
in the wind smoke goes as i crawl down on vogues
presidential v-12 with that amg kit
blowing sticky green we flow through and above
twenty-inch blades on the impala
call her getting laid tonight
but there's got to be a better way!
to make a million dollars out my first record deal
shortstop putting up your motherfuckin' ear
really really don't give a fuck and i ain't drinking on no beer
trunk hit for life baby it's southside
we on a fuckin' mission expedition navigator
shining harder than the grill it's the player lil' will
so nigga nigga what? i'm down with mo'thugs
pop trunks surround by sound
twenty-inch blades on the impala
call her getting laid tonight
but there's got to be a better way!
switched from motorola to a primeco phone
now you know no dope pigeon
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
boys don't understand virtual reality caravan
double doors marble floors naked hoes around me
every time i'm coming out
niggas they wanna sign me
got the lil' will diamond grill in my grin
blaze in the benz and you can't forget denden
and you know i'm in a jacuzzi
drive my tight'um off the lot
twenty-inch blades on the impala
call her getting laid tonight
but there's got to be a better way!
boys can't stop as i slide through your neighborhood
headed straight to the top
i only play to win about to close up shop
take these levels that you devils can't comprehend
as i floss through the south
now what you talking about?
close your mouth as i settle all scores
scream and shout my similes and metaphors
mansion doors i constantly close
all you hoes go and take off your clothes
lord knows: ain't no time to play
commence to fuckin' and-a sucking on the h.a.w.k
twenty-inch blades on the impala
call her getting laid tonight
but there's got to be a better way!