Lungz - Pictures On The Wall lyrics

rate me

We’re just trying to ball

Shorty look, we’re just trying to ball

You see the painting on the wall yeah uh

Yeah, uh, yeah

You see the painting on the wall

That’s a masterpiece

I ain’t got no limit like master P

It’s far slavery them labels try to master me

No slavery they put me on my own CD

And the mix down is only where they master me

So fuck yo interviews and questions that you’re asking me

Niggers talking like my name is all tainted

Still dirty cash but my repertoire stainless

I’m not the one to play with

You know me the one that’s on yo mama playlist

I glass full of Meccas flipping through the pages

Seeing in the magazine you could cash an article

Uh and you don’t want no part in you

And nnot to take a part of you

I ain’t trying to argue you

Who the fuck you’re talking to

Nah, who you’re talking to?

Pardon me, pardon who?

Pardon me pardon you

Uh, excuse me nigger but

Who’s that bad bitch that right a wizard

And she’s ahead of you

Pardon me I might ask

I had no respect

I know it’s by the glass you got someone in the glip

Meet the parents parent the shit was staring

And she a cougar bitch so slide out in Donna Karan’s

Later been to crib she ridin on my errands

And we’re just trying to ball

And every time her ass ask tell her we’re just trying to ball

And of the bitches of the wall I could do slamming

Every time that she asks tell her I’m just trying to ball

Every time we go away not the bitches no the wall

I come to slamming knock the pictures off the wall

And I’m just trying to ball, I’m just, I’m just trying to ball

Every time that she asks tell her I’m just trying to ball

Every time we go away not the bitches no the wall

I come to slamming knock the pictures off the wall

And I’m just trying to ball, I’m just, I’m just trying to ball

A wise man told me you can’t rush history

Give it time, the ones who started what you want

Meet you at the finish line paranoid like

Marvin do to many blinds, give me mines

This well deserve to where I’m from have you heard

Dude’s quick to throw haters and squeezes first to ask

Born in the era of the motor roller

One call to save ya basic

I got a new Grammy till I took a trip to

From the day so fuck the writing on the wall

My arrows is a masterpiece I knock that off the wall

Told these hoes I was trying to ball

I just hit the boutique while you just hit the mom

That’s just deep between you and me hoes and you gone

I sip champagne and rose you hit the nouveau

You knew to this mad and this is all that I know

Uh, so flip through the magazine

See a picture of me

They say a picture is worth a thousand words

And a drug dealer’s dream is a thousand burns

Yeah, uh

It’s funny how things happen I talk to you

I ain’t even rapping uh

Before my niggers get to clapping bought the clip to strip

See the ass get the clapping

We’re just trying to ball

And we just trying to ball

A dollar every time uh we’re just trying to ball

And every time we go hanging pictures of the wall

I come to slamming knock the pictures off the wall

We just trying to ball, we just trying to ball

We just trying to ball, we just, we just trying to ball

We just trying to ball, we just trying to ball

We just trying to ball, we just, we just trying to ball

We just trying to ball, we just trying to ball

We just trying to ball, we just, we just trying to ball

That all.