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Baller Baby - Rambling 'Till Summertime Lyrics



Baller Baby - Rambling 'Till Summertime Lyrics




Do it with one girl, I could but I'm not that selfish
I told em I'm on the one
The chosen one the spoken one
Peeling off in drag cars
Do big donuts nihga
I hang with robbers nigga
What you know bout robbing niggas
I hang with shooters nigga
What you know bout shooting niggas

My nigga carrying glocks
Like it's the new designer nihga

What you know bout sharing beds
What you know bout being the one who gotta make it nigga

I say f*ck school lil nigga
It's too much money nigga
I got these rocks in my ear, my teeth bright chandelier

Play with racks like I'm Venus, smack ha ass ha name Serena
Talking bout smacking like eating
Blow on dick I know she cheefin
Boy I'm love them porterequins
Shawty say she rub ha cleveche
Say she like how I be ballin
See a foreign when you spot me
Talking crazy potna dot you
Green or blue you know it's cashin'
Hold my nuts I like my calvins
Need a check, somebody tell em
Got good pussy, lemme smell it
All my seats feel like some velvet
Love my snake she call it demon
When we f*ck, ha soul be beamin

Not to sound big head headed
But when she went down she call me big headed (Big boy)

I f*ck on ha and her friend like it's two of me
They play in my hair, they gotta keep me pretty (Pretty, pretty)
No limit to em, I call them my soldiers
F*ck when I want ooh they my bitches

I just rambling
I just rambling
I just rambling

I just rambling
What you know bout sharing beds nigga
What you know bout being the one who gotta make it nigga
What you know
What you know
What you know bout it
Alright lemme see
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Do it with one girl, I could but I'm not that selfish
I told em I'm on the one
The chosen one the spoken one
Peeling off in drag cars
Do big donuts nihga
I hang with robbers nigga
What you know bout robbing niggas
I hang with shooters nigga
What you know bout shooting niggas

My nigga carrying glocks
Like it's the new designer nihga

What you know bout sharing beds
What you know bout being the one who gotta make it nigga

I say f*ck school lil nigga
It's too much money nigga
I got these rocks in my ear, my teeth bright chandelier

Play with racks like I'm Venus, smack ha ass ha name Serena
Talking bout smacking like eating
Blow on dick I know she cheefin
Boy I'm love them porterequins
Shawty say she rub ha cleveche
Say she like how I be ballin
See a foreign when you spot me
Talking crazy potna dot you
Green or blue you know it's cashin'
Hold my nuts I like my calvins
Need a check, somebody tell em
Got good pussy, lemme smell it
All my seats feel like some velvet
Love my snake she call it demon
When we f*ck, ha soul be beamin

Not to sound big head headed
But when she went down she call me big headed (Big boy)

I f*ck on ha and her friend like it's two of me
They play in my hair, they gotta keep me pretty (Pretty, pretty)
No limit to em, I call them my soldiers
F*ck when I want ooh they my bitches

I just rambling
I just rambling
I just rambling

I just rambling
What you know bout sharing beds nigga
What you know bout being the one who gotta make it nigga
What you know
What you know
What you know bout it
Alright lemme see
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Writer: JD Jones
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Performed By: Baller Baby
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: JD Jones

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