Lyrics:
Big boy
Big boy
Big boy
I said give me two pairs
('Cause) I need two pairs
So I can get to stomping in my Air Force Ones
(Big boy) stomping
out, but
Ain't nothing to talk about
Unless she talkin' about freaking out
Then maybe we can work it out, work it out (c'mon, c'mon)
Work it out
understand it at first
I'm known to roll up my sleeves and put my hands in the dirt
We at war and I got a battle plan that can work
With the proper
the scene back in '83
I stay street with it, dun asked that
You can find me in your hood pumpin' monster crack
I rollover rodents with rims on em
Sniffing out
me)
What, I can tell how you jack, and you juke, you could be
From the Chi, by the way you (w-work the bitch)
Uh, and a pimp like me just wanna work
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
ensured she had no close friend). She devised a plan already; she only needed a perfect time to execute it.
Then one day she got out of the room, trying
Big boy
Big boy
Big boy
I said give me two pairs
('Cause) I need two pairs
So I can get to stomping in my Air Force Ones
(Big boy) stomping
said it before
I was born to mack, call me Playboy $hort
You want to get freaky? Look at the time
We could do the nasty, but it's almost nine
My show
I'm walking up you be tucking your chain
We out for blood I be making it rain
Keep talking shit you'll get hit with the blade
Pick up a brick I ain't
they involve ya
Life made other plans
But if you're watching from the stands
Just know it's all for you
Maybe this time we can make
It work, work, work
of consciousness going
That’s when I give the
Best, illest quotes literally
A whisper can throw it off
Today was the first time I realised
If I could have done it
Rush hour blitzen we up in yo trap
100 rounds on this ar best get yo ass back
I got big dawgs and the trained to attack
Double gs on me I trap out
it
This behavior
Is no longer accepted
I need to stop it
I can't go outside I'm on time out
I even called in to work
I'm on time out
I can't even
their stuck in a turkey as big as this one!
Watch us as we scratch and claw out hour
Upon the stage in yet another feeble-minded attempt
To turn
myself
Like, how much worse could this get
Man look at you, this is rock bottom, can we snap out of this
And go get ready for next year
A time for you
Aye, how many hoes you bout to fuck, fool? Twelve
(We got London On Da Track) Hey
Let it all work out
Let it all work out
Let it all work out
it rain if you w-w-work the bitch
Uh, if you ain't makin' enough in the club
Come and fuck with a pimp like me, what?
I can tell how you jack and you
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
Wanna Rush
We ain't gotta Rush we got time on our hands
And I'll rather use it to strengthen
Our bond before we make it official
But we been moving too
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
Summer you should visit me at Papa Murphy's
To work off all that pizza you can do some burpees
Covered in my money like it comes out of a shower
Catch me
Get my hustle on daily
Everything new like a baby
In the danger zone I am living now
But I got a way i can get out now
It might just work only for
Niggas keep toolies, tucked up on they side
Been trapping since the summer time
Gotta make my bread multiply
Ain't no way I can stop
Gotta keep it going
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