Lyrics:
big brother got Shiro's mum
He ain't lettin' her go free until she brings her son
Shiro's got the words, now Shiro's coming back
He's rushing
get everything you ever wanted baby
That's my word
Trust, my niggas come home from long bids
They check for me before they see their own kids
I
funny
But when it all appears then they wanna be buddies
Swear you can only get rich by being lucky
I just wanna send my parents somewhere hot and sunny
Yeah, he had beef up there
With the same ones we seen at the strip arcade
With the scar by his head
Aight, aight, get the big shit
No bullshit, it's time
Square Park tree bough
and wished it well.
If you keep some love inside your heart you never will grow old
at least those were the last words by my mother
a nigga big homie (word)
Word around town, I'm ridin' 'round with a stick on me (on me)
And I'll do a walkthrough like Rich Homie (hey)
I just ran off
the call
To fall to floor in those exact words
Too OD to think of him
But now he holds his lack of words
It was all backwards
His addiction not understood
reports on the last resorts
Of the stepped on, the non wealthy
Scrounge up the money to pay for rent
Lent too much by such and such
Sucked dry and fucked by
Monsieur Nègre, Russel Jones, and Ghandi
I could use light to beam words outta the atmosphere
I was raised by B.I.G., so no lil' rappers dare
We weeded out
ain't Lindsay but I know she a freak
If they broke they smoke if they rich the smoke
No joke this is, how we cope
Word to Push If you know you know
Big
beneath him
If y'all don't know that, rap with a old cat
He'll show you streets where them big dealers drove at
Where low-key killers let the fo' clap
the tints, pull up with the tints, clip is extended
Never gave a fuck, never gave a shit, only gettin' rich
Limb by limb, forgive and forget, man, I don't
Well I'm sittin on my lunch break, grinnin' my teeth (my teeth)
It's the last day of the week, boy what a relief (relief)
My muscles kind of ache,
tryna pull you down, or sound like a broken record
But you should know by now that all! Niggas is dogs
Better to have a rich Pit than a broke German
Jonathan
Abraham?
You know we must do a terrible thing tonight, correct?
Yes, I do
Buddy Rich drum strokes
Making all the haters choke
Big band
still
And that's word to Will, for real
Get rich project niggas
Billionaire mindset niggas
Know you know my set, niggas
10th Street, 12th Street,
Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my
Dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist
Only
Most of it tears, for fears, but then the clowns disappear
Who we
Do we
Smoking
Who we
Opus MC's, truly
Who's up next to test words I manifest
Well I'm sittin on my lunch break, grinnin' my teeth (my teeth)
It's the last day of the week, boy what a relief (relief)
My muscles kind of ache,
You thought I was rich
And I am but not how you think
I live in a Tudor house
Under the freeway in Mar Vista by the beach
When you call I take my
but friendships don't last, though
We rich but we fucked up from shit with the last hoes
The dollar ain't on the chest, the body is still tatted
Ride
Hoes say they love me, but friendships don't last, though
We rich but we fucked up from shit with the last hoes
The dollar ain't on the chest, the body
high if you want to
Big money but I'm still not givin in
Can't afford to lose mo' dividends with the game I put my biddin in
My word (my word) might
[Intro, spoken: be Stille]
Wise words being spoke
Huh
y'all know what it is
Nap-Nappy Roots. Can I start this one off? Ok
[Verse One-B.
Discuss these last words by big and rich Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In