Kano - Ballin' Habit lyrics
[Kano - Ballin' Habit lyrics]
I'm back with something big for the new year
Fresh like my Stan Smith's yeah
They're a new pair
Fuck no clutch but I'm in some new gear
Automatic, balling habit
More swagger than the rest of them
Fake nigga wrestling
Record label dressing 'em
Fucking put a dress on 'em
Lift up the skirt show
The earth there investment
Nigga that's a pussy where's the rest of him
Whoa taught them a lesson
They can't talk to the legend
'Cos they stand for nothing so
They fall over everything
I schooled 'em with excellence
Recording the best of the lyrics
That fooled the pessimist, I'm cold
Looking like a Dolce Gabbana manikin
Chirps Jolie's move past the Aniston's
Different class they're amateurs
Bitch I'm yes you're no
Like half the Gallagher's
Fake so I can't look past the characters
When nigga's front hard the cameras
Soap, wash a nigga's mouth
Out that's manners less
Get rich and switch them bastards Anakins
But still I be the life of the party
Mad leather jacket vroom vroom no Harley
Killing themselves outfit kamikaze
Armani Exchange that's not real Armani
Fashion savvy's tell me I
Look 'fabulous darling'
You be in some OG style, green khaki
Shouting swagger this, and swagger that
Me swaggered off, you swagger jack
I told 'em ladies love me
Like they love Cool J
I don't do foreplay I do two-play
Forest Gate when E's I don't soufflé
They don't keep it real like UK, touché
Bravo, when I?
Up in Kartel's smoking Monte Carlo's
Whip head top new shit, bar low?
How fast the car go
Fast or slow I've mastered all flows
I'm so east end like I eat at Fargo's
Been a little quiet to you now days
But, I've been on tour round
Half of the globe
So you keep tweeting I'm eating all my greens
I'll be on my p's thing i ain't selling q's
But, it's nothing but a G thing
Baby, straight cash money nigga baby
Self made figures ain't none of
You bitches made me
Fresh like my Stan Smith's yeah
They're a new pair
Fuck no clutch but I'm in some new gear
Automatic, balling habit
More swagger than the rest of them
Fake nigga wrestling
Record label dressing 'em
Fucking put a dress on 'em
Lift up the skirt show
The earth there investment
Nigga that's a pussy where's the rest of him
Whoa taught them a lesson
They can't talk to the legend
'Cos they stand for nothing so
They fall over everything
I schooled 'em with excellence
Recording the best of the lyrics
That fooled the pessimist, I'm cold
Looking like a Dolce Gabbana manikin
Chirps Jolie's move past the Aniston's
Different class they're amateurs
Bitch I'm yes you're no
Like half the Gallagher's
Fake so I can't look past the characters
When nigga's front hard the cameras
Soap, wash a nigga's mouth
Out that's manners less
Get rich and switch them bastards Anakins
But still I be the life of the party
Mad leather jacket vroom vroom no Harley
Killing themselves outfit kamikaze
Armani Exchange that's not real Armani
Fashion savvy's tell me I
Look 'fabulous darling'
You be in some OG style, green khaki
Shouting swagger this, and swagger that
Me swaggered off, you swagger jack
I told 'em ladies love me
Like they love Cool J
I don't do foreplay I do two-play
Forest Gate when E's I don't soufflé
They don't keep it real like UK, touché
Bravo, when I?
Up in Kartel's smoking Monte Carlo's
Whip head top new shit, bar low?
How fast the car go
Fast or slow I've mastered all flows
I'm so east end like I eat at Fargo's
Been a little quiet to you now days
But, I've been on tour round
Half of the globe
So you keep tweeting I'm eating all my greens
I'll be on my p's thing i ain't selling q's
But, it's nothing but a G thing
Baby, straight cash money nigga baby
Self made figures ain't none of
You bitches made me