Lyrics:
I wish I wasn't I wish I had emotions but
Man fuck Bruce he a bitch
Bruce them waves is fake
Where your durag at?, you can tell by the shape
Fuck out
I'll be by myself
Spend all this time for you to say I'm fine
I really should have spent it trying to find myself
It's cool with just me
I'm cool being
Ladies and Gentlemen
I go by the name DJ Lambo
We bouta get this party moving
I got a few of my brothers in the house
Sipping on that millionaira
Go talk your shh by the way, damn it smells
Wine with chicken and pasta shells
They gonna ask, yeah I'm doing well
Can not be mad from the levels we
the kinda girl that has a little bit more fun
I'm literally yours hun
I never seen a ass so big with a waist as little as yours hun
And by the expressions
the reason you won't be around to win with me
I don't pay attention to people trying to judge my life
Cause I know none of them could live it
They way too big
featuring Master P
We gonna ball till we fall
Were real soldiers gonna be there when the homies call x2
Chorus:
If you're
don't change my ways I'll be the heir for County Mayo.
Cow herding, my Leo, I did not never practice,
But playing and drinking with new young women by
B.I.G, look
The universe been throwing me all the signs except stop it
Niggas been plotting on me, but here's the plot twist
I can't throw fists no
to recite raps in His car
He would head nod
He thought whatever I said was Hard
He knew I'd go far
I only ever wanted to get as big as Sean
Though I make good
the sound
Fuck you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town
Cars drive by with the booming system
I must be getting old cause the bass sounds
Watch out! If you don't like the sound
Fuck you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town
Cars drive by with the boomin' system
I must be gettin'
the sun
Either you a sinner or a citizen
Niggas ain't runnin', they gettin' guns
Or a chopper that's little as Big Sean
He on the block with that Barry
Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head
Reminisce over words that was once said
By my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold
When under
with me and it'll be gifts and curses
I see you drinkin' syrup, see you workin', I see you
I can see that ass from the front, it done got big on me
bitch, don't try it
By the time they get here, bitch, you gon' be lifeless
Yeah, I'm finna kill your bitchass
I just gave a little bitch dick, then she
The Tripper
My nigga Tone been locked for a minute
He come home, he from the skreets
He gon' want him some skrippers
And I'm a big tipper
I don't even be
hearin'
Money laundering, honies wondering
Who me? I reply casually
Come what God would be if He was a straight G
Tonight too tight out of a big ditch
around
I say "Aye dawg, what you got?", "Aw dawg, Big Sean, thanks a lot
Um, alright, stay young ran the game, man they been afraid
Tryna follow me get in
don't know if she really like me, yeah (ayo, she frontin')
Oh, nah, nah, nah-nah-nah (ayo, let's go, Sean)
Look (look)
B's and M's is what I came
missing those Dipset beats (yeah)
Really missing Big L, Big Pun, Big Poppa, 2Pac, and ODB
Prodigy and Sean P
Got me pouring whiskey on the concrete
I'll be by myself
Spend all this time for you to say I'm fine
I really should have spent it trying to find myself
It's cool with just me
I'm cool being
lock and I load
"Pop Shit" explode
Dot, Big Sean, Electron', feel like I gotta "Control"
My music connect with the people
Just bridgin' like the top
years
I ain't just got ends, I end careers
Cosigned by the allmighty pac
When I drop science like? I'm not lyin'
Put a scar on your face like Simba's
.jpg/216px-Anderson_at_the_2021_Grammys_(cropped).jpg "Big Sean")
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