Ball
T.I./Lil Wayne Lyrics
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ay okay we walk off in this bitch
Ballin' in this bitch
Hoppin' out the Lambos and Ferraris in this bitch
Poppin' bottles with a thick red super model bitch
They may talking a lot of that but they can't do alot of this
Ay, Rico told me turn the lights on
So I grab the Audemar and threw the ice on
A lot of niggas rapping ain't none this raw
They like, ay look at T.I., ballin' in the V.I
Bunch of bad bitches with a' looking like Aaliyah
We just pull up, hop out, go in, show out
Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I gotta bottle, gotta model, gotta molly, gotta blunt
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball (This club so packed, these hoes so drunk)
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt
The club full of bad bitches and they came to play
Okay it must be your ass 'cause it ain't your face
Now if you looking for them bottles and them stacks girl
You make your way up to my section where itβs at girl
Okay now do you wanna kick it with a nigga with a meal ticket
Broke nigga looking mad, they just gotta deal with it
Get right ho, roll a dice ho
And you ain't gotta be a dike 'cause you like hoes
But everyday I step behind a wall
I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball
I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me
And a bucket full of bottles, bust it open, if you wanna get drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I gotta bottle, gotta model, gotta molly, gotta blunt
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball (This club so packed, these hoes so drunk)
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt
Ainβt no nigga like a Young Money nigga
Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger
Shake that ass like a salt shaker
I keep a L lit up like an elevator
Bitch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse
I throw that dick like darts
Drink all muddy, flag all bloody
Iβm killinβ these hoes like that nigga Ted Bundy
Iβm a good looking rapper, I ainβt tryna stunt
Ima fire my blunt like Donald Trump
Where you at ho? Where you at ho?
Can a nigga stick his key up in ya back door (Turn the lights on)
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I gotta bottle, gotta model, gotta molly, gotta blunt
And do ya thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim
And come around, wipe me down like Boosie dem
That thang up for me, show me that you love me
If itβs really too much for you you can bring a couple buddies
Everyday I do my thang, big stones and chains
She let me drill all in her mouth, no novacane
Them other broke niggas, all they did was told ya thangs
I could get ya on that G4 and show ya thangs
I like my women fat ass pretty toes and thing
Long hair don't care as long as none down there
If it's manicured I can have fun down there
Take you to whatever club throw some money in the air
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I gotta bottle, gotta bottle, gotta molly, gotta blunt
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball (This club so packed, these hoes so drunk)
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt
The song "Ball" by T.I. featuring Lil Wayne is a high-energy rap song with braggadocious lyrics about living a luxurious lifestyle and partying in expensive clubs. The song is essentially a celebration of success, with T.I. and Lil Wayne detailing their fancy cars, expensive jewelry, and beautiful women. They boast about buying out the bar and popping bottles with supermodels. They also discuss their success in the rap industry and how they are in a league of their own, with no other rappers as raw and talented as them.
The chorus of the song is a repetitive chant about balling in the club, with T.I. and Lil Wayne encouraging the listener to join in and celebrate with them. The lyrics are filled with slang and profanity, which gives the song a raw and aggressive feel. The beat of the song is bass-heavy and fast-paced, which makes it perfect for a club setting.
Overall, "Ball" is a fun party song that doesn't take itself too seriously. It's all about having a good time and enjoying the rewards of success, which is a message that many listeners can relate to.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah
Introducing the song with a simple exclamation
ay okay we walk off in this bitch
We confidently arrive at the club
Ballin' in this bitch
We're living extravagantly at this club
Hoppin' out the Lambos and Ferraris in this bitch
We're arriving and leaving in luxury cars
Poppin' bottles with a thick red super model bitch
We're drinking expensive champagne with an attractive woman
They may talking a lot of that but they can't do alot of this
Others may brag, but they can't live like we do
Ay, Rico told me turn the lights on
Rico asked me to turn on the lights
So I grab the Audemar and threw the ice on
I put on my expensive watch and jewelry
Iβma big dawg, got 'em pissed off
I'm a major player and it bothers others
A lot of niggas rapping ain't none this raw
Many other rappers can't match up to me
They like, ay look at T.I., ballin' in the V.I
People are noticing our partying in the Virgin Islands
Bunch of bad bitches with a' looking like Aaliyah
There are many lovely women here, reminiscent of Aaliyah
We just pull up, hop out, go in, show out
We arrive, exit our cars, enter the club and make a scene
Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard
We buy drinks for everyone and party hard
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
The club is crowded and the women are heavily intoxicated
I gotta bottle, gotta model, gotta molly, gotta blunt
I have everything I need to party
Ainβt no nigga like a Young Money nigga
We are unique among others, representing Young Money
Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger
Dancing provocatively, like firing a gun
Shake that ass like a salt shaker
Dance energetically and rhythmically
I keep a L lit up like an elevator
I constantly have marijuana with me
Bitch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse
Dance with various movements and possibly engage in sexual activity
I throw that dick like darts
I am confident in my sexual abilities
Drink all muddy, flag all bloody
We drink codeine and get high, wearing our gang affiliation colors
Iβm killinβ these hoes like that nigga Ted Bundy
I'm dominating these women, like a notorious serial killer
Iβm a good looking rapper, I ainβt tryna stunt
I'm attractive, and not trying to be anyone I'm not
Ima fire my blunt like Donald Trump
I'll smoke my marijuana confidently, like President Trump would do
Where you at ho? Where you at ho?
Asking where the women are
Can a nigga stick his key up in ya back door (Turn the lights on)
Asking for anal sex (turning on the lights so it can be seen)
And do ya thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim
Dance slowly and seductively like Soulja Slim did
And come around, wipe me down like Boosie dem
Clean me up like Boosie's song Wipe Me Down suggests
That thang up for me, show me that you love me
Put your body on display and show affection
If itβs really too much for you you can bring a couple buddies
If you can't handle the situation, bring friends
Everyday I do my thang, big stones and chains
I live in luxury, wearing expensive jewelry
She let me drill all in her mouth, no novacane
I have a sexual encounter, where there's no need for painkillers
Them other broke niggas, all they did was told ya thangs
Other poor men just brag about their lives, but can't deliver
I could get ya on that G4 and show ya thangs
I can fly you on my private jet and show you my lifestyle
I like my women fat ass pretty toes and thing
I find women attractive with specific features
Long hair don't care as long as none down there
I prefer women to have long hair and to be groomed
If it's manicured I can have fun down there
If their intimate area is groomed, I'm willing to partake
Take you to whatever club throw some money in the air
I can take you to any club and spend money freely
Lyrics Β© EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: EARL HOOD, ERIC GOUDY, RICHARD BUTLER
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@misska7535
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@this_guy.7
T.I goes hard in every song but his combo with wayne is just fire
@kingmississippiable
Quinton Shituleni I always thought they should have did a mixtape or album together call it southern royalty or something like that lol
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@alimalik5068
Lil Wayne donated $200,000 to help rebuild the park where this video was shot after the New Orleans Flood.
Truly fucking amazing.
@khaliqabaqi4593
Lil Wayne took me back to the hot boyz with this verse.
@lakeshiaball1609
Yes he did I was thinking the samething
@fukurfeelings9711
SAME!
@hbplays6927
Fr fr ... which song was goin off of
@War_criminal_japanese
It's roman bitches!