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Balla

2x
you in a balla
trying to get all in a face
workin hips at a balla pace
see how sweet a balla taste
you in a balla

Nickatina
man ima automatic
get the cabbage
but if it werent for the religion man wasnt a habit
work those heels make sure they break
how much can a sucka witch make
rollercoaster baby let them
do what you do but break your stride
4 door car seven Las nights
a so new that it still might bite
i need 'cause i run red lights
my super witch is tight
man you could of been me
trying to give me fake
rap cat to choose and feed
bread now you loosin me
clam stolen its golden and im
and im holdin on a knot so fat she said "Nicky do you that"
in the mirror with a weed
i hurt her i didnt answer back
man i like that lil
the rhyming of ridin
i think im gonna wear my suit
with a brown tie and them boots
aint that the
girl your vision like chess
windows down and less
we can ball out
never a fall out
roll around no doubt with the mo' god of khan
have that dosie that cobana
have that prada and jean

2x
you in a race
to get all in a ballas face
workin hips at a balla pace
wanna see how sweet a balla
you in a balla

man fast
talk bread but everything cash
divide the divide the livinish
mo high a lil bit
split the game and lace some wit it
me and dreez got a race to
a wut we play
dj dont waste a
the way she pop it for
they open their wallets
and plus they callin right
my beezy in and pop it
i got it down to assign so in my hand
i just dont rap for
ima do it char, Hawaii, hoe in an arm
hey, more in the car

Nickatina
baby i craddled this like air jordan the carolina
im behind ya, trying to find ya, and i remind ya
man me
my mouth kiss an uzi
if you me
'cause i look past all that
you destin to have beauty
and your sherly are like candy swirles
man all up in here is candy
straight bring freinds along if they got a car
and if up to par
be'cause my mouthpeice is fast like a
aint so slow you think you can it
even a magician its magic
the way its all wrapped up in a
baby its a race

like Tour De
all in a rush you who to pass
hop on the bus the math
but the homies aint here ill yak out
on mark get set
your heat can ball first but he no threat
and i can bet that on the past
your shit last for the last time
out of line out of time out of out of pocket
block your from the gossip
its a new day tough wit my hoes
and they can show you how to pop it, coochie
you lost pace
never had takes to the boss sauce all in your face
with no time to
so let me see you the bread
you get replaced

2x
you in a balla
to get all in a ballas face
workin your hips at a pace
wanna see how a balla taste
you in a place