Lyrics:
위에서 chillin
또 계속 계속 해서 drippin
Briel
bank roll
get that dough
bag it up
up i go
pay roll
did that love
see it coming right back
whoa whoa
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Trade the AP for nine
That's a tek for a tek
Yeah she yours she not mine
But she still
me a King Kong
Only thing I did was sing song
Now we swerving on the main land
Now they they put me in the big 6ix
AP AP on my wrist wrists
They finna
a tap
Hit em with ap
Its a 9 mm and you know that its going slap
All these people talking trash
Take the money on the dash
You see me and you the flash
take the heat stay the fuck out of my city
You petty minded motherfucker
We break rules, and you fools
AP-10s, nine millimeters and 38-snubs bitch
Haha
free show ole do isho! She don show!! YEh eeh x2! Folake no get shishi for pocket! Her shoulder dey up!! Always dey form boss! She chill big boys! Dat
Ayy, this Doc Dre
I know you niggas about to do it big
Uh-huh (too big, too big, too big)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah (too big, too big, too big
to do it)
Big, big booty, what you got a big booty (work)
Big, big booty, what you got a big booty (shake that)
Big, big booty, what you got a big
to do it)
Big, big booty, what you got a big booty (work)
Big, big booty, what you got a big booty (shake that)
Big, big booty, what you got a big
you fucked up your whole night (big boy)
What's my basis? The look on store owner's faces (big boy)
This kids outrageous, he buying them by the cases
you fucked up your whole night (big boy)
What's my basis? The look on store owner's faces (big boy)
This kids outrageous, he buying them by the cases
strewn about its lair. So, brave knights, if you do doubt
your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits
you all with nasty big pointy
turn it up, that's really how you work the V
Your stash ain't never dry if you getting your work from me
We do this shit perfectly, we're enough
to the dance-floor
Go and light them jeans,
Don't you worry you're dancing
It's his birthday
Give him what he ask for
Let me show you how to do it
Big, big
on the fuckin' streets
It's like a madness, fuck making gravy
I rhyme and do crimes, 'cause either way pays me
A little rough with a hardcore theme
Couldn't
with TIP
Big ups to that I'm just trying to survive
Hungry wondering when my train will arrive
Do my own production
I'm good with the words
I appeal from
cause everything comes in a set time
Nothing was cool as it is
Look how we old, used to get by
Yungin's are foolish in bed (Big time)
Never had money
a lil more I’m bussing the meter
I got your girl in the back room she bussing for me
You know I do it B.I.G I'm a beast
Big big big big big
Big Racks
Big
Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo
[Interlude: Big Moe]
It's that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside, yeah the 3
Hooked up with them
Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo
[Interlude: Big Moe]
It's that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside, yeah the 3
Hooked up with them
girl, go big girl go
Go big girl, go big girl go
Go big girl, go big girl go
Like you on that dance floor by yourself
Go big girl do you
It's a big girl
has got that fire
I said Big Snoop, Big Snoop
Big Snoop has got that fire, ayy
Big Snoop Dogg, know I'ma count it up
Big things smellin' good, tell me
up on my necklace
Checks get deposited
People talk a lot of shit
I do just the opposite
Ain't no body topping it
You know I ain't stoppin' yet
I'm just
Yung's steady flowin
And I'm steady what blowin
Gots to pass it that Po-yo
Cause that boy gone wreck shop watch me do it
This ain't '94 hoe
(Big Moe)
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