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The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
Riding round inside my new thing
They gon' say me Mr. Owe me
Rest in peace Big and Nakas
I had to get it by my lonely
Windows tinted like I'm Bruce
thinkin'?
What is Kanye drinkin', man?
Why did Kanye say that?
What is Kanye thinkin’?
What is Kanye drinkin’, man? At this point
I just wondered if Mr west
to play me for cream puff
Forgot I was big stuff, rough tough, and all that stuff, huh?
You jabber jaw junkie, rap tour flunky
Quick at the lip, but when
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
getting us some Space-Time stuff
We need to build a collider as big as the one
Like the one they got under Cern
With one of those we've got more of a chance
it spray
Drunk bitch, big tits, motorboats on the way
She say she wanna earn some stripes
Well we about to see if she about that life
Rollin',
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock this motherfucker like "Three The Hard Way"
I'm
was big stuff, rough tough, and all that stuff, huh?
You jabber jaw junkie, rap tour flunkie
Quick at the lip, but when you see me you flip like
-Vaya
-Come on
-Vaya
-A vailar
[Chorus 2x:]
Where're my niggers with the big dicks? -Ahh
Where're my niggers with the hot whips? -Ahh
Where're
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock this motherfucker like "Three The Hard Way"
I'm
Light somethin', stop frontin'
How much money's enough? Think maybe like the trillion figures
Pray my daughter don't wild like the Hilton Sisters
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock this motherfucker like "Three The Hard Way"
I'm
the woods to have a look at the tomb. It was a big disappointment, but the mist on the lake was cool.
Sunday afternoon we go up to John's with a lot
to like showing up late to stuff he the type that grew up kinda rough he the type of nigga that feel like he just can’t be touched YEA CALL HIM MR.Mug$ he
The surgery's open brah, business starts here
Big respect to Mr Loveggs, big respect to One Step Down
Big respect to Adam Hussein, this is P Xain, you fcuking
got a swap and a shop and a bunch of other stuff it's really hot
V E L O R E X
Fudders talk big on the internet
When we pull up to their house they
wreck
Round the same time, bit by the radioactive bug
Hip hop had me cutting and acting tough
Started dabbling writing some raps and stuff
But money
and take me a walk
It might make me feel better
I guess I'll go on by ol', ol' John's cabin
See what's happenin' down there
Sounds like the joints
Vaya
Come on
Vaya
A bailar
Where my niggas with the big dicks? (Huh?)
Where my niggas with the hot whips? (Huh?)
Where my niggas living
about a thousand lashes
Quarter you, horses stretch you out like elastic
Feed you to dogs you'll be eaten by mastiffs T
His ain't no easy choice, no
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock this motherfucker like "Three The Hard Way"
I'm
you need? (I need a real man)
Let's get down to the statistics
I'm fantastic, ask any mystik
Mr Joe grind to who we only passed through
A strong
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