Lyrics:
bill with my nigga and he'll be right back
Big Cixx steady up to no good
And when my nigga Young Cixx touch down we burnin' Hollywood
Professional wig
she wont let me, she flexin, I kno that she will
Im chasin my dream, a nigga need blue and that green what you thought it was teal
I drip they want
Hundreds Hundreds Blue bills
Yeah
Molly X Blue pills
Yeah
Good coke Cheap Thrills
Yeah
Too turnt No chill
Aye
I got no chill I got no chill
I got no
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
(big bad)
All blue hunnids them Buffalo bills
I work too hard, okay (check, check)
Kush in the jar, okay (check, check)
Codeine is raw, okay
is real
Got accountants on the line, man I don't even see the bills
Creekwater coming up, all I did was crack the seal
I remember EBT, food stamps
a weave
Trunk full of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef bout movements
BM dubs on them big things looking foolish
Shawty sitting
need
Big Bris yeah Big B
Shotout to Rj and shoutout Nicky D
Packs all in they hittin' like creed
Left and right
Break it down like it's some white
We
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
and my feeet still hurt cah I did another life before pool in dem creps
I’d jack cars to go home was dat stressed!
(Was dat stressed)
Big P brought
so live
Won't come down
We up there
Up there
Up there
Up there
Hold that
Right there
Big shine
No glare
I been
Bout mine
Where yours
Don't care
On my
she bent down to tie the laces
Of my shoe
Tangled up in blue
She lit a burner on the stove
And offered me a pipe
I thought you'd never say hello,
Been down now I'm up nigga
Hot air balloon
Big facts nigga
Them choppers singing like BB
You see the blues
Better watch how you talk to kings
Please read
of the world just like I never do this
We kick in ya door yea my niggas intrusive
Like Clinton been cripping a nigga need blue bills
Dont care bout the distance
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
she bent down to tie the laces
Of my shoe
Tangled up in blue
She lit a burner on the stove
And offered me a pipe
I thought you'd never say hello,
many lies
That's exactly why I don't want you to be mines
I got a new bitch and she stupid and fine
I don't want them bills unless they blue with a line
all the boys inside
Yo
Drum in a big-boy Merc so I hop the curb
I see them boys in blue so drop to third
I put my foot down quick, we don't stop
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
the wall,
Turns her ankle and down she falls.
They all went sailing 'cross the lake
And all got swallowed by a big black snake.
And the ones who escaped
blue bills
We got them rockets and our pocket so lil homie be chill
Fill a wood up with sticky so we all get pilt
I be in my own lane can you catch my
gold
Shorty in the back you hear her working on my lingo
Blue bills, look like Stitch no Lilo
Way I run the game you would think I had the cheat code
I’m
and that young bloke said "might too good to be true
But all you do Bill is drink your fill and I've had it here with you"
Big Bully threw his hat down
as big papi
That leave your shit sloppy
I ain't hip hoppin, it's big player parlayer
The payer of the bill for the simp and the?
So let's dip through
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