Lyrics:
My girl there
Blessed thing
Pretty face
Beauty
Body set
I'm talking big things
Make a Nigga come thru with the wet dreams
Waist line... mad thing
and Mitch, followin my cousin Murdoch
All the brothers were real, goin for what they feel
By the way, peace to my man Sha and Big Neal
Now in
And all that bitch do is call me all day
talkin' bout you: "Why the fuck do he don't want me?"
Yo Big this is Quita, Kenya told me she saw you and Shana
can't stop smiling
Big bro said stick to the rhyming, said i'm up next and i know its all timing
Now i got my ex ting wiling, money piling, lifestyle
BlaQman baby!
Relapse…
Big Lecxs and Katie!
Who are you to judge? You know nuthin’,
Better check the stats before you say somethin’,
Relapse…
It’s BlaQman
route made another play (Another one)
You gone need a plan before you come to me (Next)
Money don’t be funny ain’t no other way (Ha ha ha)
Big bank roll
Ayy
Ayy
Yeah
Chapo
Chapo, ayy
Big chapo
Got your bitch on my dick, call me guapo
She want meat, I'ma fill up her taco
With some killers, I hang with
big feelin' comfy
Nails painted red
Think she got me by my neck
Even when I spend a check
She tryna ignore me
Swear that woman is cocaine
I've been
She think I'm her next option
She think I'm her prince charming
Her photons gotta super digest cause
Next thing she be gone in a blink
She wonder if I'm
Forget the BS, you wanna be Ces?
You better OD until you DOA
In a minute we gone, it couldn't be that we on
The next shit that we own and we don't
If lyrics sold then truth be told
I'll probably be just as rich and famous as jay-z
Truthfully I want to rhyme like common sense
Next best thing I
The next month, bought a whip
Something like, Lucy or Rex, next thing you know
I'm getting sex from 9th and up, that's living it up
Not Donald Trump
Drop that hoe just for the check
I know she wasn't the best I know we did things that they don't speak
about cause I'm up next Bitches talking
(STUNTA)
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS PINK TACOS!
(CHINGO)
YES THERE IS
POR FAVOR BELIEVE IT
(STUNTA)
NEXT!!!
the trunk straight off the lot huh
You a superstar, finna do it big
You a lot of things, but you not this
They never liked us
Roll your eyes see that's how
Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring
the next big shit
Damn right I gang bang, tell 'em blood up slime
Fuck, I had to say fuck one time, get it
When I came up in this bitch I was shinin' every
see how y'all act when I'm next stop
I ain't gotta lie, I'm from a city where I learnt
How to get them things right
In the studio all night, see
a thing that I won't do
Just for me to be next to my boo
Yeah it's kind of funny but I always knew
That I got something special when I met you
I can't
to be admitted
‘cause it’s all codes in the end, yo
Then the cop that put you in there is acquitted
Nah, bro, that’s a big “No”
Even after they admitted
list is crossed off
The fit made its debut at the crosswalk
And I got all the juice to make all these cars honk
The former lost cause gettin' eyed by
Images fading then flashing back into my head
Remembering things we’ve done and what we said
The big things always stick around the little ones get
guess
Picture me pressing up CDs
Yeye seeing stars from her son at nineteen
Friends saying you gon' be the next big thing
You believe it while you chase
the trunk make the steering wheel shake
Trap nigga turn a 7 to a whole 28
Kept runnin out had to up my weight
Imma big dog in this bitch Great Dane
Ride for
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