Lyrics:
for the west side me and my niggas
We prolific you can see that
I make money when I sit back fucking with the rich gang
Small circle big class anything
clock these niggas
A sight to see Big Ben
Ben Ben Big
I can chop niggas limbs off
By punchlines I sawed off
I'm pulling niggas limbs off
With
a big ass G wagon
With the stars on the roof
Still with the niggas that I knew since way back
I'm rich now so a young nigga laid back
Most of ya niggas do
switch up
Popping out you ain't gon' miss us
Growing up surrounded by mistrust
Big tonka, big trucks
Big stones, big stuff
Lifestyle huge, yeah, we only
check, yeah, went to the slots
Baby Pie shake that ass for the big rock, yeah
For that big rock, yeah, for that big rock, yeah
Baby Pie shake that ass for
how he passed
This fake gangsta shit be cool to a nigga get on yo' ass
Eighty racks up on me now big ol' .40 a extra mag
Got rich off Glad bags,
going up
They don't know what I'm saying (Ha ha ha)
Oh that's your big homie, big brother
Yeah you ain't see him again (Uh uh uh)
Live by the sword, yeah
Chorus
If she wanna big spenda boy you can’t stop her, been done got her to the crib poppin for me every night
It be hard to choose cuz my mac game
O Kadi é rich yeah, ele é muito rich
Faço como eu quero, e eu quero foder a tua bitch
Fodi a tua bae no skrt, fodi a bae no range
Não adianta tu
You know what I'm sayin'
What's crackin'? What it do, man
You know what I'm sayin'? It's Big Su in this motherfuckin', you know
Raisin' hell from
hoes, tell they friends to join in
Big body bitch, nigga, big body foreign
Had to get a new bitch, my old bitch was born
Gotta keep the core the same,
the casket, buried by dig
Big chop on me, young nigga get hit
We feeling like Zeus' we fill him with lead
Same cost as my crib got your bitch in my bed
Got
Angels Crying
A kid like me so tired
Just a small kid in a big big world trying to figure out all of my desires
New generation, trying to find out
Circle K and I'm big bag dropping
Dressing, saucing, flexing, flossing
Pull up to the spot on the back of a dolphin
Big bossing
Takis by the pound now
like big sean cuz yo contract is ova
I took yo girl and I do not care
Got four points to make, don't play fair and square
I know you fake like bow wow
I don't go out like Riky
I'm tryna get rich like 50
Making a plan to leave the city
When this drops I did it
I can tell if a bitch ain't with it
Big
I hear that train a-commin', it's rollin' around the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom prison and time
the gripper ends (gripper ends)
Met one, boom, there he is
A rich young brother in showbiz, yeah
Big man, C-E-O, six-double-o are the letters on his Benzo
on dat good shit
Smoke purple green 'cause I'm hood rich
I got a stable fulla big hood chicks
You need money to enter, make me rich
(So, I tell a bitch)
up if it show up, baby-show up, baby
We celebrate, go on and pour up, baby, yeah
Yeah, this that big Bay whale shit
Back in the day when I used
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Yea
All my diamonds …in the day time
And these … wanna… by the night time
Uhh (uhh)
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Yea
I said
barrel! (My barrel)
All you artists walkin' 'round with yo' wack raps (wack raps!)
And gettin' fucked by the game Kat Stacks! (Kat Stacks!)
And any nigga
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
rocks
You never did blend in with the big shots
On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops
I just laugh at nigga wishing they was this hot
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