Big Ballers Lyrics
Bound to Happen Lyrics
[po boy]
Once again it's a day in a life
For some niggas who insist to constantly live trife
Throw your hands up
Playa it was bound to happen
Niggas drop boxxing me everytime i'm rapping
Getting mutherf*cking tired of this bullshit
Playahating kick in your whole prostate
And out your way proceed to get the middle finger
Cause i don't love you niggas and that's the f*cking reala
Cap peala indeed it fade cappadons
Big willies and bitches who wanna act silly
Now play with it
It's a shame in this dirty game
F*ck fame
When ms. Thang got a dirty name
Crap game
And f*ck niggas smoking zook zook
It was bound to happen across my black boots
And nigga f*ck looking cute for these stank hoes
All a nigga want is weed and a bank roll
Now hear me now
[chorus]
[s.a.]
I wanna kiss you on the cheek and bust ya
Till a nigga get a ????? And touch ya
You know the rules playahating get a nigga bruised
Late night at your mama house to cut a fool
Off the chain
And the sense weed don't help none
Conversate for an hour with my crone gun
Four niggas in the bushes all i do is whistle
All hell breaking loose when yo hear me whistle
Nigga what
See you f*cking with these real niggas
And everybody got pistols but see we up quicker
Got a clique only robbing niggas crone guns
And grand theft broken down in the under son
Big balling ain't a muthef*cking thang huh
I was raised by one it's in my blood son
Cut me deep might penetrate the concrete
My a.k. with a draw clip while i sleep
Nigga what
[Chorus]
[mighty farrow]
It was bound to happen
Yo the gun clapping went to rapping
And you know it's pure satisfaction
If guaranteed
To the keys
On her knees
Giving straight neck aiming to please
At the embassy suites
Morning flight to the bahamas
Yots and lots for the real don dollars
And we don't see her
And we wouldn't want to be her
My dog coming top
And i'm coming tech-nena
In the drop top benz
Seven figure dividend
How the f*ck you gon' lose when you always win
Yo the money getters
Mike rippers
Don p, henny sippers
Strip club big clippers
We real killers
Eight pack gold grillers
F*ck yo ass up in a minute gold diggers
Put your rodies in the air
Mutherf*ck them busters
Big money
Big willies
Down south true hustlers
[Chorus]