The Committee - Ball Wit me lyrics

[Chorus] (trina) Ball wit me playboy what's stoppin' you? You got a case of Cris, you needa pop a few (24) Look here I'll pop a few If you pop a few (trina) n***a I'll buy up the bar fron 1 to 2 (24) Look here I'll but up the bar from 2 to 4 You know this pimp sh** easy! (trina) It's beautiful Ball wit me playboy what's stoppin' you? You got a case of Cris, you needa 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 wit a twenty pack handlin' blocks Hit a n***a in the head wit the stainless steel Slangin' packs while the po-po's changin' shifts Caked up at the bar, n***a let all them hoes It's the adominal snowman, everything frozen Gettin' off gla** wit the Chrissy crunk Got three, four dike b**hes pissy drunk Got them hoes kissin' c*nts and twistin' blunts When them hoes get ghost I don't miss them stunts Cause I pick up s*uts with pickup trucks Put dick down ya throat b**h, hiccup nuts b**h what? imma give you some play Out the exotic playa clique and that 2-4-k [Chorus] (trina) Uh hoes envy, drapped in a coat, fit me In the Rolls Bently sittin on twenties Hot girl, accent those Dressed wit stones, n***as caress my toes Hoes wanna test my flows b**h let me be I ain't chose the game Ho the game chose me But yes froze me, rocks in my rosary Sippin' on Don P, the bar on me All my girls drink Cris, think this You a courdoroy ho, imma mink b**h So go on 'bout yo business Lick nuts, drink dicks Yo ol' tired a**, still draggin', freak b**h Who's bad? So I stay fitted You wanna test Trina Come on, play wit it I know y'all wanna take my place Cause I'm cute in the face Phat in the a**, slim in the waist uh [Chorus] (24 karatz) While y'all n***as spittin' the Glock I be ticklin' twat Triplin' knots to see the villas and yachts Call all the k**as ya got b**hes I'll clock a k** 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 weddin' ring ban 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 wit the metal leave you clueless Now you on the dash like Stacey All actin' crazy, cause your main b**h wanna masturbate me Do me like R. Kelly, drink half my babies Go 'head b**h, indulge, taste it, still hate me? [Chorus]