Lyrics:
Yea
Insomniak
Big stacks big packs
Big facts big mac
You'll never get yo bitch back
Big stacks big packs
Big facts big mac
You'll never get yo bitch
on the floor
Only a blind dove'll fall in love with a whore
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
My Desert Ease make MC's freeze
You
the image of the most high
(Yeah) any weapon that you bring
Against me gon' die (Ya' dead)
Know a nigga keep the blicky close by
(Bap, Bap, Bap) on me, on me,
get high, y'all
Need it, need it to get by, y'all (oh, I need)
Can you get me high, y'all? (Hey)
I wanna get high, y'all
I wanna get high, y'all
get a crowd around me, make a name for my block
People told me "keep flowing," they ain't want me to stop
Was back when Big Nose John was my human beat
put it to ya boy
Hope you got the scoop
Biggie Smalls, the rap genius
I keep the glock by the penis, the cleanest cut
Fuck the sluts with the big
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm
on my side
Only think of what's right even when I am high
If you fuck with me we keep it ride or go die
Sipping this henny with friends
I got many big
ya bucks
If you ever tryna hang with us
We notorious yeah
not dangerous
That's ya ex
Ring ring
You can pick it
She like yeah mhm yeah hey wassup
He
outta your seat
Then you throw your hands high in the air,
Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere
Ya rockin' to the beat without a care,
With
Basically what's mine is mine
What's yours is mine what you playin'
Better sleep with your eyes open
Keep hopin' I'm a fail you goin' die hopin'
Big Vein,
baby brother NYA, and just he got stuck
By them same motherfuckers who supposed to be killin me
Peelin me, and ya niggaz ain't feelin me
Bad news,
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
Block boys that Clutch toasters, leave ya patnas Slumped over
Big belly, long beard, I look like a Trump voter
Why ya girl keep on begging me to come
your praise to the most high
And give the head to the most drunk
A down bottom nigga counting mad figures
Long live boogie and big son
Nigga who nigga
a Trailerload with Shabba
More Super than Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada
So Big Daddy, if you're down with the groove my man
Get on the mic and won't ya show
saying
Where my Soldiers at
All my Soldiers stand up we ready
All my Soldiers hands up they heavy
We repping Puna, Puna, Puna
We repping Puna, Puna, Puna
Y'all know we gon' rep the most high
Yeah, we gon' rep the most high
Go ahead get low
Get ya hands down
Try to touch that floor
Y'all know that's the way
Y'all know we gon' rep the most high
Yeah, we gon' rep the most high
Go ahead get low
Get ya hands down
Try to touch that floor
Y'all know that's the way
Tell me my demeanor keep em pissed off
Big talk
You ain't bout that action
Boy you big soft
Big dog
All I really fuck with is big dogs
Hit dog
Hands
is you
You know police brutality is at a all tiem high
Pumpin' 61 slugs into an unarmed guy
Try to say that he was sellin', had a motherfuckin' hand
in your hands
Always up my ass askin' me if I'mma sign 'em
But ya, it don't flow, it don't flow
I catch a buzz with the Dom Pérignon
When Jerry
Oooh
Big bank call me big papa
Big daddy tell the little mommas
Slim waste wit a big bottom
We aint havin no drama
Big man by the little problem
It
not stranger to the trigga
Talkin' I'll kidnap ya momma
If it's really 'bout that drama
All I rock is that designer
Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Prada big bro dj
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