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Текст песни «Professional Ballers» от C-Bo

Представляем точный текст композиции "Professional Ballers" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста C-Bo . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Professional Ballers» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую C-Bo передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.

C-Bo - "Professional Ballers"

Lyrics to Professional Ballers : (feat. Marvaless, Pizzo, Mac Mall, JT Tha Bigga Figga, Ki) [Marvaless] Yeah, ladies first so watch me set it off, even the brothers cant touch us Professional Ballers is what they call us, aint no tellin who were bailin Kentucky, Texas, ATL strikin in a Lexus The nigga that wanna test this Thought this shit was shut down, thought this shit was dead like Makaveli Cali legends keep it goin, bout this player shit Im knowin Haters, I know youre bumpin this shit so heres another *'daltz'* From the Bay to the SCC, you heard us straight from Californias most [Pizzo] We dont need no practice, no theatrics bout the way we be livin with the Mafia tactics, I be constantly at it Tryin to stack my riches like Bill Gates Servin raw and uncut caine so you cant hate Because it angers me when niggas try to bite my ass But we be Professional Ballers hittin at the top-notch ass Pass the green leaf on the left, inhale a breath of chronic smoke Exhale like a pro, I be too much for you to cope [Chorus: C-Bo] We steady countin our money, on a mission to ball All the things we dream we wanna see before we call So we pack heavy, push Chevys, makin the fetti If youre ready to holler at a Professional Baller [repeat] [Mac Mall] Baby Capone on the loose, skywalk and fly shit off Paraguay, Glock in the drop plus were hidin astronauts, turnin in shit for the soldiers that recop Shoot outta state pushin killer Cali rocks Big wreckin ball nuts and you can notify the monks I be flossin in gators, maybe ''' ''' Tennis shoes, press our shit Aliens gank and flew, runnin out to see you with the loot [Interlude: Killa Tay] Yeah West Coast Mafia, bitch Everybody else can suck a dick [Killa Tay] Im steadily tryin to get my bail on tapped me up on the cell phone, it aint far Stomped in steel toes, I look out my ''' so back up off me The K-I-double L-A T-A-Y, call me the locster Only smokes the bombest chronic, Professional Ballers like the Sonics Respect game, with or without these gold chains Were sure the West got shit sold from the rap game to the cocaine, come get some Got pounds like a kick drum, got hitmen Payin em under the table, lyrics fatal like a ninja no pretendin, were steady ballin [Chorus] [C-Bo] From the Valley to the Bay, Im known for stackin chips My 500 whip be hip with the AMG hit 74 drop Caprice, gold ones dip Candy-coated sport, Professional Ballers dont trip Makin moves, pushin luxuries to ol schools I spit the A-1, thats why my pockets weigh a tonne And my crew be Mafiosos, high performance and low-lows Professional Ballers on the go and get more doe [JT Tha Bigga Figga] Who keep it knockin with mean choppers' My niggas keep it poppin Were rockin, Professional Ballers, Figga-Ro will be the tallest player that you spot, duck or dodge' Its all, turn the Impalas all skirty Left em deserted, heat em where their pockets hurted Sold it up by then, two quarters and half a flynn with my nigga Bo-Loc in the 500 Benz Ready to bust and make it happen fo sho, so stack Gs with them 8-ball gangstas and the young mack knees and thats for sheez [Chorus] [ Professional Ballers Lyrics ]

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