BIG BALLERS

BIG BALLERS - Bound to Happen lyrics

rate me

[po boy]

Once again it's a day in a life

For some niggas who insist to constantly live trife

Throw your hands up

Playa it was bound to happen

Niggas drop boxxing me everytime i'm rapping

Getting mutherfucking tired of this bullshit

Playahating kick in your whole prostate

And out your way proceed to get the middle finger

Cause i don't love you niggas and that's the fucking reala

Cap peala indeed it fade cappadons

Big willies and bitches who wanna act silly

Now play with it

It's a shame in this dirty game

Fuck fame

When ms. Thang got a dirty name

Crap game

And fuck niggas smoking zook zook

It was bound to happen across my black boots

And nigga fuck looking cute for these stank hoes

All a nigga want is weed and a bank roll

Now hear me now

[chorus]

[s.a.]

I wanna kiss you on the cheek and bust ya

Till a nigga get a ????? And touch ya

You know the rules playahating get a nigga bruised

Late night at your mama house to cut a fool

Off the chain

And the sense weed don't help none

Conversate for an hour with my crone gun

Four niggas in the bushes all i do is whistle

All hell breaking loose when yo hear me whistle

Nigga what

See you fucking with these real niggas

And everybody got pistols but see we up quicker

Got a clique only robbing niggas crone guns

And grand theft broken down in the under son

Big balling ain't a muthefucking thang huh

I was raised by one it's in my blood son

Cut me deep might penetrate the concrete

My a.k. with a draw clip while i sleep

Nigga what

[Chorus]

[mighty farrow]

It was bound to happen

Yo the gun clapping went to rapping

And you know it's pure satisfaction

If guaranteed

To the keys

On her knees

Giving straight neck aiming to please

At the embassy suites

Morning flight to the bahamas

Yots and lots for the real don dollars

And we don't see her

And we wouldn't want to be her

My dog coming top

And i'm coming tech-nena

In the drop top benz

Seven figure dividend

How the fuck you gon' lose when you always win

Yo the money getters

Mike rippers

Don p, henny sippers

Strip club big clippers

We real killers

Eight pack gold grillers

Fuck yo ass up in a minute gold diggers

Put your rodies in the air

Mutherfuck them busters

Big money

Big willies

Down south true hustlers

[Chorus]

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