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[Intro:] You know the definition... of a Balla That's me... C-H-I-N-G to the Y Lemme explain it to you though [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scarred I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 1:] Girl I know you do the nasty (nasty) I can tell when ya (when ya) walk past me (past me) And ya Prada lookin flashy Errthang on ya mind jus ask me I know my err{ear} related to the wasky wabbit Carrots{karets} all in it jazzy, it's a habit (uh) Wurrs my cash? Outside - I gotta Benz & Jag Both sittin on chrome Mags Is ya down for gettin dirty wit a Git It Boy? Letras de cancionesAll I need is one night, just to hit it boy After the club we can take it to a five star telly Get a suite and lemme put some in ya belly What's ya name? Sheena? Aw thought you was Shelly Don't matta - 4 o'clock juss be ready For a episode you prolly won't come - back from Ya mama must be thick...that's where ya get ya back from? [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 2:] G.I.B. we keep it crackin ask M & Rich (wats up) The girls on us, so derrty who you rollin wit? (G.I.B.) From Magic City to The Pink Slip in The Lou Them chicks love the diamonds that I get from Rob Jewels We be in the spot, main hang up, flirtin' We be surrounded by girls...man and I ain't perpin' All I know is money, cash, hoes like Jay (like Jay) And I got all 3. No I don't play! (don't play) Chicks call me "Drama King" like Kay Slay (Kay Slay) Cuz in the bed I bring it - Yeah! Night & day. (day) Lettin' rounds off in em like a A.K. You leavin wit me... tell me is it free or do I have to pay? Whatchu say? [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 3:] I like em black, white, puerto rican or haitian Japanese, chinese, or even asian It don't matta what color on this occasian Like smoke, take a hit of what I'm blazin Instead of GOD it's me these girls praisin'. Meet me at about 6 at the Days Inn. 5 of dem, 1 of me, I'm feelin' caged in. I'mma pimp... I'mma keep on playin'. You know I luv em for that 1 night (1 night) I can take on 10 with my 1 pipe (1 pipe) Knock em all like a bowlin pin on sight (on sight) Think I'm shawt changin girl look hurr, You betta getcha mind right cuz... [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) From Letras Mania