Trina – Ball Wit me
By Trina Feat. 24 Karatz

[Chorus]
[Trina]
Ball with me playboy
What´s stoppin´ you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few
[24 Karatz]
Look here I´ll pop a few
If you pop a few
[Trina]
Nigga I´ll buy the bar from 1 to 2
[24 Karatz]
Look here I´ll buy the bar from 2 to 4
You know this pimp shit, easy!
[Trina]
It´s beautiful
Roll with me playa
What´s stoppin´ you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

[24 Karatz]
Spittin game to a stallion
Sippin´ on half a gallon
Ice medallion, iceburg Italian
Handlin´ knots in the gamblin´ spots
Gettin´ loose with a twenty pack handlin´ blocks
Hit a nigga in the head with the stainless steel
Slaning 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 with the Crissy 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 in pickup trucks
Put dick down your throat bitch, hiccup nuts
Bitch what? I´mma give you some play
Out the exotic player clique and that 2-4-K

[Chorus]

Uh hoes envy, draped in a coat, fit me
In the Rolls Bentley sittin´ on twenties
Hot girl, accent those
Dressed with stones, nigga 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´ Don P, the bar on me
All my girls drink Cris, think this
You a courdoroy ho, I´mma a mink bitch
So go on ´bout your business
Lick nuts, drink dicks
Your old tired ass, still draggin´, freak bitch
Who´s bad?
So I stay fitted
You wanna test Trina
Come on play with 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

[Chorus]

[24 Karatz]
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 wedding ring band
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 with the metal leave you clueless
Now you on the dash like Stacey
All actin´ crazy, cause your main bitch wanna masturbate me
Do me R. Kelly, drink half my babies
Go ahead bitch, indulge, taste it, still hate me

[Chorus]

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