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    7-1-3 / Lyrics

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    "I'm A Baller" Lyrics


    Ok (believe that) we broadcasting live
    From Redd's showroom ya heard me (off top)
    We still balling, we still doing this shit ya heard me
    We still in it (believe that) it's that flame shit

    [Yung Redd]
    The wheels on my truck, go round and round
    I'm sitting 24 inches, off of the ground
    How that sound, mama said do what you'd like
    Hold it rocking flights, red, white and blue stripes
    But hold up, down South still on nonstop

    Cause we been representing down here, for a while
    With no solo album, I was still amazing
    Stayed full of them trees, I was purple hazing
    Look at me now, Redd ain't playing around
    Two skinny, but my stacks keep weighing me down
    They say balling is a habit no, I can't help it
    Now I got more green, than a Boston Celtic
    So I'm going all out, on a money route
    Now I think these niggas, really know what I'm about
    I don't know where you been, I don't know where you from
    But around these parts, we get it how it come

    [Chorus: Chamillionaire - 2x]
    See I'm a flosser, balling like you see it
    Recognize me as a balla, legend in the streets
    Best believe I did it all but, that will never stop me
    From feeling like a flosser, cause I'm a balla

    I'm still in the game, why'all catch my drift
    I got that work cheap dog, peep my flip
    When I hop out the truck, why'all catch my drift
    The rolly's so icy, bitch get off my dick
    We ride the finest cars, you know we stay stunting
    Rims so big on the six, they sit funny
    If it ain't broke don't fix it, blunt it and blist it
    In a all blue something, with the plates unlisted
    Like Nike, keeping you bitch niggas in check
    Yeah whodi you know me, they boy is back
    With two bricks, two chicks and two platinum Macks
    I stay grinding, so you know I stay shining

    [Chorus: Chamillionaire - 2x]
    [Yung Redd]
    See I'm like a value meal, my doe supersized
    Copping a brand new Bentley, Coupe to ride

    With mo' cake than a bakery, we got cream
    Candy truck radio up, like Raheim
    7-1-3 nigga, that's the name of my team
    We still get full of that syrup, and gangsta lean
    I still be ghetto fab, if I drove a yellow cab
    Yung Redd enough said, my niggas got cash
    Don't get it twisted up, my wrist lit up
    You gotta show me something, for me to get up
    Just call me a rough neck, but I cash enough checks
    To put me in a Vet, and roll off with a set
    The streets give me respect, for everything that I did
    As a kid I always kept a strap, close to my ribs
    But I don't know where you been, and I don't know where you from
    But around these parts, we get it how it come

    [Chorus: Chamillionaire - 2x]
    This song was submitted on December 24th, 2013 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes.
    Written by Christopher Gallien, Estil Hobbs, Young Redd, Anthony Sears, Hakeem Seriki.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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