Z-Ro - Baller Please Lyrics
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    Baller Please

    [Hook - 4x]
    I wanna be, a baller please
    But the bitches and the liquor, keep on calling me

    [Z-Ro]
    I wonder if I'm blessed, cause I'm still here
    And I wonder if heaven's any different, cause in hell the blood spill hits
    Got a nigga, fiending for his last breath
    Too many of my partnas beneath me, because a bitch made nigga blasted
    Too many features in songs, tell me why I ain't got no home
    Penitentiary grown, cause I roam with a pocket full of stones
    I wanna live my life, but my life ain't worth the living
    Cause while I'm dreaming about a Benz, even a houpe ain't driven
    Headed for prison, but mama I'm alright with that
    Strapped down with a shank in my tank, hit niggas all night with that
    And it ain't no love left, fuck all of my foes and friends
    Motherfuckers don't fuck with Ro, unless that nigga be rolling in ends
    I need to wake up, instead of day dreaming about holding a slab
    Like being in love with a woman, that you could never have
    Witness the feeling punished by pain, looking for shelter from the rain
    People like W double O-D, I'm going against the grain
    Hey to my niggas in Ridgemont 4, y'all can kiss my ass
    Anybody who ever said they was down with me, can kiss my ass
    I done dumped on motherfuckers, what they gon do for me
    Out of town on stage, nobody from the hood in the crowd to root for me
    Suppose to be my people, but I think my people is the devil
    Fuck my peers, cause I'm on another level
    On my knees, screaming Jesus can you save me
    My shit's so fucked up, I wonder if you thought about me lately
    And it hurt so deep a nigga can't sleep, making me late night creep
    Suicidal thoughts I think I'm ready, plus it's fucking with me
    Would I be missed by these bitch niggas, these fakes and frauds
    Fiending for baby, cause she know she got my heart
    Even though it's torn apart, it's pumping out nothing but love for you
    And to my niggas keep your disses, I got slugs for you
    I shed blood for you, but I'm not appreciated
    The only nigga, that never hesitated
    And it ain't more, hollering out my roll dog's name on tape
    Unless it's fuck you, and in front of it followed up by a K
    No more, hollering out my roll dog's name on tape
    Unless it's fuck you, and in front of it followed up by a K bitch

    [Hook - 4x]

    [Big T]
    Balling out of control, sitting swoll on 4's
    Paint so wet, that my clothes stick to the do'
    Oh no, it's Big T
    Million dollar hook nigga, come see me
    On a muddy cup, man hol' up
    And if your bitch choose, then you shit out of luck
    I'ma send her ass home, broke and well fucked
    And she kinda walk funny, cause the bitch was well stuck
    When I ain't have shit, y'all boys talk down
    Like you didn't know T, everytime I came around
    Now when you hear me, I'ma put you on stall
    And don't say nothing, when you see me in the mall
    I gotta get my cash, in these H-Town streets
    Presidential Records, and your boy Big T
    I know I gotta get it, cause I wanna be a baller please
    But the bitches and the liquor, keep on calling me yeah

    [Hook - 4x]

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