Lungz – Pictures On The Wall lyrics

We're just trying to ball
Shorty look, we're just trying to ball
You see the painting on the wall yeah uh
Yeah, uh, yeah
You see the painting on the wall
That's a masterpiece
I ain't got no limit like master P
It's far slavery them labels try to master me
No slavery they put me on my own cd
And the mix down is only where they master me
So fuck yo interviews and questions that you're asking me
Niggers talking like my name is all tainted
Still dirty cash but my repertoire stainless
I'm not the one to play with
You know me the one that's on yo mama playlist
I glass full of Meccas flipping through the pages
Seeing in the magazine you could cash an article
Uh and you don't want no part in you
And nnot to take a part of you
I ain't trying to argue you
Who the fuck you're talking to
Nah, who you're talking to?
Pardon me, pardon who?
Pardon me pardon you
Uh, excuse me nigger but
Who's that bad bitch that right a wizard
And she's ahead of you
Pardon me I might ask
I had no respect
I know it's by the glass you got someone in the glip
Meet the parents parent the shit was staring
And she a cougar bitch so slide out in Donna Karan's
Later been to crib she ridin on my errands
And we're just trying to ball
And every time her ass ask tell her we're just trying to ball
And of the bitches of the wall I could do slamming

Every time that she asks tell her I'm just trying to ball
Every time we go away not the bitches no the wall
I come to slamming knock the pictures off the wall
And I'm just trying to ball, I'm just, I'm just trying to ball
Every time that she asks tell her I'm just trying to ball
Every time we go away not the bitches no the wall
I come to slamming knock the pictures off the wall
And I'm just trying to ball, I'm just, I'm just trying to ball

A wise man told me you can't rush history
Give it time, the ones who started what you want
Meet you at the finish line paranoid like
Marvin do to many blinds, give me mines
This well deserve to where I'm from have you heard
Dude's quick to throw haters and squeezes first to ask
Born in the era of the motor roller
One call to save ya basic
I got a new Grammy till I took a trip to
From the day so fuck the writing on the wall
My arrows is a masterpiece I knock that off the wall
Told these hoes I was trying to ball
I just hit the boutique while you just hit the mom
That's just deep between you and me hoes and you gone
I sip champagne and rose you hit the nouveau
You knew to this mad and this is all that I know
Uh, so flip through the magazine
See a picture of me
They say a picture is worth a thousand words
And a drug dealer's dream is a thousand burns
Yeah, uh
It's funny how things happen I talk to you
I ain't even rapping uh
Before my niggers get to clapping bought the clip to strip
See the ass get the clapping
We're just trying to ball
And we just trying to ball
A dollar every time uh we're just trying to ball
And every time we go hanging pictures of the wall
I come to slamming knock the pictures off the wall

We just trying to ball, we just trying to ball
We just trying to ball, we just, we just trying to ball
We just trying to ball, we just trying to ball
We just trying to ball, we just, we just trying to ball
We just trying to ball, we just trying to ball
We just trying to ball, we just, we just trying to ball
That all.