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Gucci Mane - Ballers Lyrics

Verse One (Shawnna)

Shawnna got a 'lac sittin' on tres
Shawnna don't need no nigga I'm paid
Shawnna got stacks
Shawnna got grip
Shawnna got that so you better not slip
I'm posted on tha block
My girls tippin' dro
This cafe patron got me sippin real slow
I'm lookin like a star
Ice on my neck
Ice on my wrist
Ice on my chest
You may wanna fit but I aint on that
I'm way f**ked up
I'm way tore back
And I don't give a f**k I got it like that
They took a niggas juice
I got it right back
And now they like 'damn'
Now they like 'amazing'
Tondra roll 4, 5 blunts and we blazin'
Look at shawty gazin'
He lookin like he want me
I'm sorry little daddy
I'm tryna get ya homie

Chorus
(Gucci Mane)

Lames can't call her ( Lames can't call her)
All she date is ballers ( She only date ballers)
Shawty got a fetish (For boys who go get it)
Squares can't call her (Squares can't call her)

Lames can't call her ( Lames can't call her)
All she date is ballers ( She only date ballers)
Shawty got a fetish ( For boys who go get it)
She only date ballers ( It's miss Shawnna)

Verse 2
(Gucci Mane)

Im Gucci Mane a flare, I'm MVP
I know your baby mama real proud of me
The Benz line say they get tried of me
I'm young kush man I sell nothin but QP's
Shawnna so fine, Gucci mane I'm good
She so pretty ,but still so hood
Hey little darling, How you shawty?
Im so marless, I cant call it
Im so southern, you so northern
We so crack rock, they so corny
Its two-thirty early, in tha mornin
The way I cook a brick It's like Im doin a performance
All eyes on we, Homegirl want me
Say he on tha track, So tha track real funky
Pants red monkey, Gucci go donkey
Niggaz play crazy, get left stanky

Chorus

Lames can't call her ( Lames can't call her)
All she date is ballers ( She only date ballers)
Shawty got a fetish (For boys who go get it)
Squares can't call her (Squares can't call her)

Lames can't call her ( Lames can't call her)
All she date is ballers ( She only date ballers)
Shawty got a fetish ( For boys who go get it)
She only date ballers ( It's miss Shawnna)


Verse 3
(Shawnna)

Ay
Shawnna
I wrote the first 3
For bitches in tha hood
My and 1 bitches
Smokin on tha good
Sittin on tha porch
Sippin on tha yak
Or posted in tha parking lot
Sittin on tha 'lac
Them bitches got weight
Them bitches got work
Them bitches wanna trip
Them bitches gettin murked
And stick em in tha dirt
And gone bout our business
And it aint nothin personal
Its all bout tha figures
It's M.O.E
Till a bitch a dead
And I dont give a f**k bout what a bitch said
Im still gettin money
I'm still gettin rich
I'm still that woman that will take your dick
Yeah tha truth hurts
You still gotta face it
I spent ya whole deal on my ring and my braclet
Its top notch twat
Cream of tha crop
Im beatin down ya block
And let the choppers Chop Chop Chop Chop Chop Chop

Chorus
(Gucci Mane)
Lames can't call her ( Lames can't call her)
All she date is ballers ( She only date ballers)
Shawty got a fetish (For boys who go get it)
Squares can't call her (Squares can't call her)

Lames can't call her ( Lames can't call her)
All she date is ballers ( She only date ballers)
Shawty got a fetish ( For boys who go get it)
She only date ballers ( It's miss Shawnna)