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fla niggaz - the ballers lyrics

[verse 1]
growing up around them hoodrats, and n*ggas playing cards
i was in trap, had to find a way to make snaps
cadillacs, roman gold, grills and chrome
every day passed my home, so i dreamed of browns
most kids flaunted in big wheels but i wanted a three wheel
motion, holding that candy coupe to feel coasted
flossin’, steady tossin’
n*ggas riches, ’cause i was hitting switches, while they were hitting the b*tches
yeah, because the hoes know what you play
so i need you to freak, while the old n*gga pay ya playa
check yo b*tch, not this n*gga
’cause she might dig ya, but a figure won’t keep your life from triggering
still, i gotta keep it real in this field of ballers, og’s and high rollers
’cause what it is all coming down to, is what you gonna do
gots to get paid in this trade, that i mean
got to have loot to spin and fearless to lean to
that makes it worthwhile, so when i start
i’m four deep in the right letters seat
wit’ them 30’s i scroll on these foes
as them pimp loads, that makes it hard when i fold on
and if you wan’ em, you know where it is at
’cause it shake like a ghetto in ya mouth
i’m talkin’ for a

[hook]
fla guy n*gga
(i’m talkin’ for a)
heeeee*eeeeeeeeee
cadillac browns
(i’m talkin’ for a)
fla guy n*ggas, rollin’ all night long
shake it hard and know that you gotta have it going on
[verse 2]
when i turned 18, i bought my first triple beam
to measure a n*gga’s treasure but i was clever
’cause i stacked my flow from indo to yayo, i had a condo, a caddie, and a bronco
i just did it like the southern folks do, i was a fam new and had a new crew
n*ggas from miami and philadelphia thought of a deal, some from orlando and even jacksonville
on the hill, everyone would chill
n*gga, dope dealers in the four wheel, and i was one of them n*ggas that you love
peoples in (?), i was just too regular
college student, ’cause i was true and a bad influence on the rest of them students
you know i had them brand new browns, clothes, and the felons were on a n*gga’s toes
i suppose, every n*gga from my hometown knew, what toneye brown did, what toneye brown do
’cause every time made my way back to the hood, it was all good, like it should
when i saw them

[hook 2*3x]
fla guy n*gga
(i’m talkin’ for a)
heeeee*eeeeeeeeee
cadillac browns
(i’m talkin’ for a)
fla guy n*ggas, rollin’ all night long
shake it hard and know that you gotta have it going on
fla guy n*gga
(i’m talkin’ for a)
heeeee*eeeeeeeeee
cadillac browns
(i’m talkin’ for a)
fla guy n*ggas, rollin’ all night long
shake it hard and know that you gotta have it going on
[verse 3]
so it is brand new for this crew on this avenue, from mobt to mercy driving, ‘be watching you
now i’ve moved on, making bones in this district, everything’s terrific when i lay back and kick it
hennessey, i sip it on the rocks wearing cotton docks, with my flip flops and t*shirts, i do work
like every other n*gga that i know smokin’ indo, behind to the windows, i’m feeling kinda (?)
but it’s just another day in the fla, another way to the tray, where we stay
and if you understand everything i’m speaking of, then you gettin’ love, for being one of us
i’m talkin’ to a

[hook / outro 2*3x]
fla guy n*gga
(i’m talkin’ for a)
heeeee*eeeeeeeeee
cadillac browns
(i’m talkin’ for a)
fla guy n*ggas, rollin’ all night long
shake it hard and know that you gotta have it going on
fla guy n*gga
(i’m talkin’ for a)
heeeee*eeeeeeeeee
cadillac browns
(i’m talkin’ for a)
fla guy n*ggas, rollin’ all night long
shake it hard and know that you gotta have it going on
fla guy n*gga
(i’m talkin’ for a)
heeeee*eeeeeeeeee
cadillac browns
(i’m talkin’ for a)
fla guy n*ggas, rollin’ all night long
shake it hard and know that you gotta have it going on

- the ballers lyrics

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