Lyrics:
on a Tuesday Used to whip yams like souffle
Ice water, baby, Bobbi Booshay P.S., not with the B.S
My whole squad bring terror to you like T.S
Bitch choosy, but
you looking at him cause you staring at me. What the fuck is you caring to see? Had you panicking, planning with B. Got some bitches who fanning
Курю сативу
Вдохновляю этот мир
L. S. D.
B. I. G.
Самый свежий кодеин
Парень я счастлив до жути
Cocaine ложится на эти купюры
Я сделал выстрел а лейм
el cielo azul
Vámonos de aquí directo al monte fu
La niña fina con el niño del hood
Fuck your dad rules
Mami de aretes quiero tus shoes
Como B. I. G.
a fee
Ay, look, I'm getting rich off of weed
250 for the QP, I sell it at 10 a G.
Ay, it ain't no I up in team, but there is an M and E, and that bitch
like to flip her
But I can only fit the tip in there
That's why she call me B. I. G. yeah
my bitch is right there
I rarely ever write her
Or give a sign
watching
Watching how I move
It is what it is
I'm used to it
More money
More problems
B. I. G.
Ray Charles to the ballshit
Stay in my vibe
Everything
l'flou s'estompe
B.E.C. bec in balls
Insinde G. meurt demain reptile nose
Pélican périt tôt
Grande bouche sans pépito
Blue B. Et tropico
New zouz
Green dress like she is Louise G. Goose, that's stay on my feet
Showing off, I ace my classes Nowadays we toast like glasses
Classmates, I guess I pass
ii kopped
Young B. datz me you see at tha top(at the top)
PMC you should peep the hotsiies that we got (hotsiies we got)
Yea datz mii hotsiie
Yea datz
that I'm makin
But I guess they just be hatin
They need to start missin me, stop trippin G
I guess they mad 'cause I got more gold than Mr T
[Mo B.
just like.. g's
Nigga, I'm.. straight.. 'cause I done bust three
So,
(chorus 2x)
Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut
B. At-.. -rice.. done
never lost I'm always comin home
D.O.G
I love to get bitches
Gettin flee
But I am not itching
D.O.G
But I am jus different
Don't jus bark
I talk like B.
[ CHORUS ]
S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear
Rollin in your hood and you know it's all good
Rollin down the 'Shaw in my Lexus
( ? ) rims
ain't no disco,
This ain't no fooling around
This ain't no Mudd Club, or C. B. G. B.,
I ain't got time for that now
Heard about Houston? Heard about
now
Jagged edge (u no that u looovvveee)
The Notorious (notorious)
B. I. G
The Biggie duets
Notorious
Bad boys
Show enough (Show enough)
can feel dis
Mo b. d put it on the back so y'all can peel dis
Craig be whipped it up with some be 12s
I slung it on the street to make the muthafucka
and Big Boy one crazy son of a bitch
Y.G.'s, Lil' Daze, Rat Raw, and Ty B. and the rest
The Lou is man or posse, someone pulled off his vest
And carve
a days We livin' like some G's
Chorus Peaches (Mo B. Dick):
TRU niggas livin' like some hustlers hustlers
TRU niggas livin' like some G's
Leben das' NFL
Free Max B. das' Bigavel
Don't fuck with nobody boy
Wenn keiner dir hilf young nigga, mach' selbst
It's a diffrent world
Du bist kein
But the shit don't mean nothing
I got my homie straight
Now they on the Shaw stuntin'
Tell em keep it G with the hoes, no cuffing
Skeme said let's give
wave your hand rid-a-bye-bye-bye nigga
shut down they hood and shoot they streets on both sides nigga
{Lil Wayne}
we the Hot B. lighters
ain't no disco,
This ain't no fooling around
This ain't no Mudd Club, or C. B. G. B.,
I ain't got time for that now
Heard about Houston? Heard about
have it L) What? (Give it to 'em L) Yeah
I damage all opponents as soon as the bell rings
It's all about me, yo it's a B. I. G. L thing
The crown
.jpg/247px-Artie_Shaw_(Gottlieb_07773).jpg "Artie Shaw")
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