Lyrics Ballers - Shawnna , Gucci Mane
Shawnna
got
a
'lac
sittin'
on
tres
Shawnna
don't
need
no
nigga
I'm
paid
Shawnna
got
stacks
Shawnna
got
grip
Shawnna
got
that
so
you
better
not
slip
I'm
posted
on
tha
block
My
girls
tippin'
dro
This
cafe
patron
got
me
sippin
real
slow
I'm
lookin
like
a
star
Ice
on
my
neck
Ice
on
my
wrist
Ice
on
my
chest
You
might
wanna
fit
but
I
ain't
on
that
I'm
way
fucked
up
I'm
way
tore
back
And
I
don't
give
a
fuck
I
got
it
like
that
They
took
a
niggas
juice
I
got
it
right
back
And
now
they
like
'damn'
Now
they
like
'amazing'
Tondra
roll
4,
5 blunts
and
we
blazin'
Look
at
shawty
gazin'
He
lookin
like
he
want
me
I'm
sorry
little
daddy
I'm
tryna
get
ya
homie
[Hook:
Gucci
Mane]
Lames
can't
call
her
(Lames
can't
call
her)
All
she
date
is
ballers
(She
only
date
ballers)
Shawty
got
a
fetish
(For
boys
who
go
get
it)
Squares
can't
call
her
(Squares
can't
call
her)
Lames
can't
call
her
(Lames
can't
call
her)
All
she
date
is
ballers
(She
only
date
ballers)
Shawty
got
a
fetish
(For
boys
who
go
get
it)
She
only
date
ballers
(It's
miss
Shawnna)
[Verse
2:
Gucci
Mane]
I'm
Gucci
Mane
Laflare,
I'm
MVP
I
know
your
baby
mama
real
proud
of
me
The
Benz
line
say
they
get
tired
of
me
I'm
young
kush
man
I
sell
nothin
but
QP's
Shawnna
so
fine,
Gucci
mane
I'm
good
She
so
pretty,
but
still
so
hood
Hey
little
darling,
How
you
shawty?
I'm
so
marvelous,
I
can't
call
it
I'm
so
southern,
you
so
northern
We
so
crack
rock,
they
so
corny
It's
two-thirty
early,
I'm
horny
The
way
I
cook
a
brick
It's
like
I'm
doin
a
performance
All
eyes
on
we,
Homegirl
want
me
Say
he
on
tha
track,
So
tha
track
real
funky
Pants
red
monkey,
Gucci
go
donkey
Niggaz
play
crazy,
get
left
stanky
[Hook:
Gucci
Mane]
Lames
can't
call
her
(Lames
can't
call
her)
All
she
date
is
ballers
(She
only
date
ballers)
Shawty
got
a
fetish
(For
boys
who
go
get
it)
Squares
can't
call
her
(Squares
can't
call
her)
Lames
can't
call
her
(Lames
can't
call
her)
All
she
date
is
ballers
(She
only
date
ballers)
Shawty
got
a
fetish
(For
boys
who
go
get
it)
She
only
date
ballers
(It's
miss
Shawnna)
[Verse
3:
Shawnna]
Ay
Shawnna
I
wrote
the
first
3
For
bitches
in
tha
hood
My
and
1 bitches
Smokin
on
tha
good
Sittin
on
tha
porch
Sippin
on
tha
'gnac
Or
posted
in
tha
parking
lot
Sittin
on
tha
'lac
Them
bitches
got
weight
Them
bitches
got
work
Them
bitches
wanna
trip
Them
bitches
gettin
murked
And
stick
em
in
tha
dirt
And
gone
bout
our
business
And
it
ain't
nothin
personal
It's
all
bout
tha
figures
It's
M.O.E
Till
a
bitch
a
dead
And
I
don't
give
a
fuck
bout
what
a
bitch
said
I'm
still
gettin
money
I'm
still
gettin
rich
I'm
still
that
woman
that
will
take
your
dick
Yeah
tha
truth
hurts
You
still
gotta
face
it
I
spent
ya
whole
deal
on
my
ring
and
my
braclet
It's
top
notch
twat
Cream
of
tha
crop
I'm
beatin
down
ya
block
And
let
the
choppers
Chop
Chop
Chop
Chop
Chop
Chop
[Hook:
Gucci
Mane]
Lames
can't
call
her
(Lames
can't
call
her)
All
she
date
is
ballers
(She
only
date
ballers)
Shawty
got
a
fetish
(For
boys
who
go
get
it)
Squares
can't
call
her
(Squares
can't
call
her)
Lames
can't
call
her
(Lames
can't
call
her)
All
she
date
is
ballers
(She
only
date
ballers)
Shawty
got
a
fetish
(For
boys
who
go
get
it)
She
only
date
ballers
(It's
miss
Shawnna)
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