L.E.$. - Baller lyrics

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Wanna be a baller, shot caller, 20 inch blaze, on an Impala

Call her, get laid tonight, swisher rolled tight, got spray with …

Now hit the highway, making money the fly way

But it’s gotta be a better way, better way, better way, yeah

Young nigga just want it all, motherfuck the others

Heavy in the game can no motherfucker touch us

On that mixtape, grind, fin to kill shit

Bad boy with the flow, no will smith

No mace, no shine, no diddy

Niggas wanna hate but it’s still no biggy

Still flow through the city in that motherfucking space ship

Hopped in the game and gave that ugly hoe a face lift

Take shit to another level, I did that

Fly shit you talking it but I live that

New watch with the piece and chain hanging

New slab with the trunk straight banging

Still swanging them Cadillac’s and them Buicks

Le$ the truest nigga to do it,

On top of my game, I’ve been said that

Now what you other niggas doing, I’m ahead that

Wanna be a baller, shot caller, 20 inch blaze, on an Impala

Call her, get laid tonight, swisher rolled tight, got spray with …

Now hit the highway, making money the fly way

But it’s gotta be a better way, better way, better way, yeah

I’m finally getting what’s mine for being out on the grind

It’s Le$ time to shine, you what the chumps…

I swear a nigga too long, cause I’m drinking that jay

And I’m flying over lames in a candy painted plane

See them diamonds in my chain, the young nigga a boss

About to go to Bentley coop from a Buick with a cross

Let them screens drop down watching Martin and Gina

And I’m beating up the block like I’m Mike and his …

… I ain’t like them other rappers

It’s the mister Le$, bitch you know I’m gonna…

Watch me hit the boulevard, pop the trunk and turn some heads

From the fucking offside, all the way to the south

All the way to New Orleans, let them see what we bout

Ah, killing everybody trying to get against us

Still talking down on every single hoe that diss us.

Wanna be a baller, shot caller, 20 inch blaze, on an Impala

Call her, get laid tonight, swisher rolled tight, got spray with …

Now hit the highway, making money the fly way

But it’s gotta be a better way, better way, better way, yeah.