baller

作曲：hyper sly

作词：hyper sly

**, I'm Geeked I just ordered a meal for $40

**, I'm at the top, I've been moving like a baller

Your pockets are getting shorter, mine are getting taller

She gave me brain like a mfkin scholar

**, I can't talk **, cause my coworkers are listening

Looking at my pockets and my wrist, yeah, they glistening

Everybody wanna ** talk, but they ain't listening

Yeah, you getting on my nerves, I'ma blow this whole place up

Two-two-three inside my closet, yeah, we let it blow

Get the ** out of my face, you are not my bro

I hope that you get ran over just letting you know

**, I'm ** on your friends, on your ** hoe

I just wanna see you ** cry

Why you talking ** on me?

I hope you ** die

If you wanna fist fight, I pull up with a knife

**, I got a reticle I aimed it at your eye

The lyrics in this song are fictional and for entertainment purposes only

Any resemblance to a real persons living or dead

Or actual events is purely coincidental

I would sell my soul just so that you ** fail

I'ma send a bullet to your dome through the ** mail

Dude, how the ** you weak and you fat as hell

**, you're, **, you're fatter than my wallet

What the frickin hell

Your life is a joke, I think that you should take it away

**, I'm just mad that I didn't get paid today

This song is a joke, I don't really hate anybody

But if you OD, I'ma throw a ** party

Two-two-three inside my closet, yeah, we let it blow

Get the ** out of my face, you are not my bro

I hope that you get ran over just letting you know

**, I'm ** on your friends, on your ** hoe

I just wanna see you ** cry

Why you talking ** on me?

I hope you ** die

If you wanna fist fight, I pull up with a knife

**, I got a reticle I aimed it at your eye