I'm Still a Baller Songtext

von Yungstar

Hook:

I'm still a baller, and it's plain to see
I'm still a baller, watch out for that TYP
I'm still a baller, blinging that octane E
I'm still a baller, rolling in the 600 SEC

[Yungstar]
I'ma -- baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler
Blades on my Impala, Don Paula on my rottweiller
Octane hauler, Twin Benz's is gonna follower
Break these boys off I'ma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwed
I'm bouncin off the road I probably sold em, I finna explode 'em
Tiny tune -- hop out my big body form
Chain with the chong, can't forget Moet along
I'm hopping out, I'm lookin good, diamonds against my wood
Let it be understood, Southwest is my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
For the millenium straight bout to sell a million copy
I'ma crawl slow puffin on the Optimo hit the sto'
In a Y double O and my a.c. blowin' snow
I'ma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin clean
Want remote control, big screens with ice bezeltynes

Hook:

I'm still a baller, and it's plain to see
I'm still a baller, watch out for that TYP
I'm still a baller, blinging that octane east
I'm still a baller, rolling in the 600 SEC

Verse 2: Slikk Breeze

I'ma Lafayette baller, I been a shot caller
My Georgia Perion, better known as the hogger
These boys talking down on the streets of H-Town
Blowing killer smoke by the pine
Hit em up, spit em up
I-10 connect
Left Texas straight popping, putting boys on they back
How you feel about that
You better grab for your gat
When you walking in through yo crib I'm beatin yo girl from the back


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Somebody ride, body ride, somebody ride to this
Haters standing in my way they got labtech pissed
Wooday, chop chop keep my hand on my glock
Candy Red on my Benz time to put back the top
I'ma crawl down slow puffing on the Optimo
I'ma come down real on my tippy tip toe
Down the high way, the fly way
I'ma come down cuz you know it's my way, my way

Hook:

I'm still a baller, and it's plain to see
I'm still a baller, watch out for that TYP
I'm still a baller, blinging that octane E
I'm still a baller, rolling in the 600 SEC

[Yungstar]

I done got better, now let me move on
Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone
Broke in two chrome, all the way to the millenium
Used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches
Had to get older -- my Bentley got colder
I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder
Licks in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan
Dre in Alabama, virtual reality Caravan
Double doors marble floors naked hoes around me
Everytime I'm comin out, niggaz they wanna sign me
Got the Lil' Will diamond grill we in the wind
Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget the den
The boo went down to Rueben's, I'm watchin on a movie
Drop the top it's cotton, and you know I'm in a jacuzzi
Bourban and I'm swervin, man it's gettin hot
My last name Lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor

Hook:

I'm still a baller, and it's plain to see
I'm still a baller, watch out for that TYP
I'm still a baller, blinging that octane E
I'm still a baller, rolling in the 600 SEC