Wanna be with a baller shot caller Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller Shorty got potential I could be her sponsor Met her back stage at a summer jam concert Hair like Rihanna shoe game was awesome Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller

I ain't hit your baby mama, I hit her with the curveball I don't need no friends, I just wanna win I got this new Benz and it's all I need She listen to her friends, they wanna get in She don't understand that they'll slob on me If I let 'em, ain't gon'

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt Turn around, stick it out Show the world you got a Make me come Show the world you got it Wine, go down, turn and flick it A girl like me know how fi handle oi wicked One bat, two balls, swing it like cricket Pull

I've been around the block a time or two Done almost everything a boy can do I've done some livin', yeah I've had fun But there is one thing that I haven't done I want to know how forever feels Big orange ball, sinkin' in the water Toes in the sand,

I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the

I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the

Thug for Life I will be (this is the ballad of a dead soldier) A life of crime I will lead (close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier) If you play the game, you play to win (this is the ballad of a dead soldier) This is the ballad of a dead

(They tryna blackball me) They tryna blackball me, they say I get too much money They want my name from me because they know what it do They say I'm A-Rod, n****, cause I got the juice They tryna blackball me, went and bought a Ghost as a coupe Soon as I

I felt it all, just like a cannonball You know I can't stand no more You're tellin' lies, so don't you criticize Yeah I got used, all messed up and abused You let me down, with all your runnin' round Still you pretend and try to call me friend Don't say

Where do they go? They come here To drown in their sorrow and cry in their beer They’re in need of a mind-bender I’m a bartender At the end of the day I’m all they’ve got Hope on the rocks Brady was a baseball star