Trina, 24 Karatz - Ball Wit Me lyrics

Ball wit me playboy what's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris, you needa pop a few
Look here I'll pop a few If you pop a few
Nigga I'll buy up the bar fron 1 to 2
Look here I'll but up the bar from 2 to 4
You know this pimp shit easy it's beautiful
Ball wit me playboy what's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris, you needa pop a few

Spittin game to a stallion
Sippin' on half a gallon
Ice medallion, Iceburg Italian
Handlin' knots in the gamblin' spots
Gettin' loose wit a twenty
Pack handlin' blocks hit a nigga in the head
Wit the stainless steel
Slangin' packs while the
Po-po's changin' shifts
Caked up at the bar, nigga let all them hoes
It's the adominal snowman, everything frozen
Gettin' off glass wit the Chrissy crunk


Got three, four dike bitches pissy drunk
Got them hoes kissin' cunts
And twistin' blunts
When them hoes get ghost I
Don't miss them stunts
Cause, I pick up sluts with pickup trucks
Put dick down ya throat bitch, hiccup nuts
Bitch what? imma give you some play
Out the exotic playa clique and that 2-4-k

Ball wit me playboy what's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris, you needa pop a few
Look here I'll pop a few If you pop a few
Nigga I'll buy up the bar fron 1 to 2
Look here I'll but up the bar from 2 to 4
You know this pimp shit easy it's beautiful
Ball wit me playboy what's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris, you needa pop a few

Uh hoes envy, drapped in a coat, fit me
In the Rolls Bently sittin on twenties
Hot girl, accent those
Dressed wit stones, niggas caress my toes
Hoes wanna test my flows bitch let me be
I ain't chose the game ho the game chose me
But yes froze me, rocks in my rosary
Sippin' on Don P, the bar on me
All my girls drink Cris, think this
You a courdoroy ho, imma mink bitch
So go on 'bout yo business
Lick nuts, drink dicks
Yo ol' tired ass, still draggin', freak bitch
Who's bad? So I stay fitted
You wanna test Trina come on, play wit it
I know y'all wanna take my place
Cause, I'm cute in the face
Phat in the ass, slim in the waist uh

Ball wit me playboy what's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris, you needa pop a few
Look here I'll pop a few If you pop a few
Nigga I'll buy up the bar fron 1 to 2
Look here I'll but up the bar from 2 to 4
You know this pimp shit easy it's beautiful
Ball wit me playboy what's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris, you needa pop a few

While y'all niggas spittin' the Glock
I be ticklin' twat
Triplin' knots to see the villas and yachts
Call all the killas ya got
Bitches I'll clock a kill if I drop
Drink for my cot, cop me a Linc and a drop
Makin' a rock
And same day drill up your block
But on the flip side, why ya hate me?
Cause, I'm gettin' head in England
No weddin' ring ban
Out the XL I creep in the four dot six van
Leave you in the dirt like it's quicksand
You mad cause you never brawl
Like you a six man what is you foolish?
Hit you wit the metal leave you clueless
Now you on the dash like Stacey
All actin' crazy
Cause your main bitch wanna masturbate me
Do me like R kelly, drink half my babies
Go 'head bitch, indulge, taste it
Still hate me?

Ball wit me playboy what's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris, you needa pop a few
Look here I'll pop a few If you pop a few
Nigga I'll buy up the bar fron 1 to 2
Look here I'll but up the bar from 2 to 4
You know this pimp shit easy it's beautiful
Ball wit me playboy what's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris, you needa pop a few