Lyrics:
dogs big as Bruce Smith to block me
It's Blake on the grape, pouring ya juice, tickle your weight
Just might be, politely, leave your man to ache
karats nigga
(Yeah)
Step your game up
That's why your chain ain't up niggaaa
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where
pictures and all sorts of other shit
Ya'll don't believe in Big Foot
Better believe in me
Cause I go hard like Big Foot
And I'm as real as can be
Ya'll don't
you bore me
Since you out here tellin stories
Okay cool Nigga who next muthafuckas Expendable you shouldn't of been useless
Always get to pleading 5th
(biatch)
Bustin' on paper thin motherfuckers
Drinkin gin 'fore you get to sinnin' on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
I'm a blow the strap
Big homies kno I been thru it, lil homies kno me for the raps
Blow it by the ELBOW, fuckin wit me HELL NO, got stripes SHELL TOES
or filament
Heart darkened by the successors who end up killing it
Killing it... killing it... killing it
I always wonder why you gotta aim everything at me
that nobody
Somebody hear me in the car ride
Heading to our destiny in the dirt, in the coffin
What happens next
You say there is nothing but blackness
Uncle Snoop Dogg, can you give us a bedtime story? Please, please
Alright, hand me my backwoods, here we go
Just another day in my old
Listen up I got a story to tell
Ay fool, listen up I got a story to tell
Say dog, listen up I got a story to tell
Say man, listen up I got this
a million uncreative rappers tryin to be me
I'm startin to feel like Jimi Hendrix
When they covered the story who started rock
Magazines put blankets over
And you know when I arrive I'ma leave a tip
Ayy front of the building all you see is smoke
Big body Benz bitch I look like I been sellin' dope
All these
I be high when I split a dutch and fill it up
I be high when I get my money doubled up
I be high when a model wanna let me cut
I be high when I'm
to the stories I'm tellin
Behind the bars ain't a felon
But stay away none the less
You coming in for the lesson
Like I ain't stressing you
But you stay pressing
bub's got me wheezing
I keep it gritty from Finchley to thugs up in Neasden
Wrist glist, great charm, big whip, Range long
See me on the strip wit' them
about him
Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
Mama just hung her head and said: Son
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat
droppin nigga smokin dick
Don't tell me shit about no bitch just cuz she got a kid by me
It's a fact she was a snack now her name saved as big body
)
When it's time to ride (slide, slide, slide)
Catch me in the 6 with a blicky (blicky)
Nigga took the stand, he a Mickey (mickey)
Niggas get to tellin
patron and a big head full of vicodin
I got a fight within myself
And I know I gotta look beyond gettin' help
Ain't nobody looking to give it to me
Yeah
Old friends cut em off tryna make amends
Tellin story but it’s false and they listening
I just got myself a circle, so it’s fuck a friend
Need
pie, that profit is me
I can't be fuckin' no bitch that's tellin' on me
Roll big blunts, huggin' that bitch, in love with the weed
Pineapple drink, I sip
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up
He
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
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