Lyrics:
by boy you better duck
How the fuck you want a ring but you aint lift a finger
Going back and forth the court and now you look some like Serena
from a Lewisham hooker
Rock with the dots whole block got shake
(Running)
They see Russ, ninety-nine pace (Running)
Big man stop, running away (Where you
money, buy some shit (bang)
Guns singin' like Ronald Isley, bitch (haha)
Big house in the woods, on some Tiger shit
(ayy) smoking sour, on my lemon shit
talking, let that metal bang, nigga
(Murk 'em)
I don't squash no beef
(We ain't throwing no flags)
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)
Yeah
Ay, Em you ready?
Herk, you got them things, nigga?
You know
Detroit city
There they go, them D-Town boys, carry the Calico
Whenever
Oh yeah!
In France, a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle and soon she did the same
Oh yeah!
In France, a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle and soon she did the same
Oh yeah!
In France, a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle and soon she did the same
Didn't get no hand-outs
I did it by myself
Bitch left when I was down
I did it by myself
Never had a big dawg
I did it by myself
Countin' hunnids all
the dash, bitch, I do the damn drift (skrrt)
These boys don't want no smoke, they don't want no cancer (nah, bang, bang)
Get 'em by the loads when I get
Big whip big fit big hits that’s cap
I ain’t even close to where I wanna be just yet
Big dreams wanna bill it like goat
Need to put in the work I
to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
Yo big Sloan Bone what up my g? Its your boy Namek. I think it's about that time we finally hit them with it. Some of that black and brown unity type
can get rocked
I'm with a bad lil thang ima bang bang bang bang bang bang bang
Have me feeling like Pops
I'm the rubber band-man with a plan in a big
big guns bang
Big name got bad bitches giving brain I get behind a big ass my dick game is insane
I’ll kill an auto tune track even though I can’t
avalanche, sound hits you in the gut, voices chanting, brain a wet sloppy drum machine, finger nails on the blackboard, microwave radiation from the “big bang
a 64
Tall clips chrome lips see the big gold
I'm a duffle bag boy like I move coke big crack threw the music so the flow dope
I keep my money ova
denial boy
I just want the big toys
I just want the loud noise
Shout my future son yeah
Hope I make you proud boy
And if I have a daughter then I'll
can't hold out my hand (At all)
Okay, big gun on me, bang, bang (Bang, bang)
Big B.O.A Shit, yeah that's gang, gang (Gang, gang)
I'm still yellin' free
a hurricane
Lost there home
But love gained
Skin clean in dirty jeans
Warm heart closed, dry eyes now
For this big bad ass girl world
Boy wonder
let me work it/ I put by thing down flip it and reverse it/It???s your fremme neppa venette/It???s your fremme neppa venette???
Soulja Boy ???
there's always mo', OWWWW!
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan
This the story of a project baby
Yung nigga with a glock no safety
Full house by the bunch no Brady
Mashed potatoes boy my life wasn’t gravy
Yea they
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto
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