Lyrics:
gang and I would die by COB
Got them bitches like Big Meech I'm on my feet, no time to sleep
Been stabbed in the back by niggas that I love, but they
daughter
My baby died I won't love anymore nah
I'm smoking through my thoughts
Dreading court selling crack at crack of dawn
Big yawns we all started with
she won't notice it's my first time
I'm hoping that my shit is big enough to fuck with
And most of all I'm praying God don't let me bust quick
I'm
Tom Fords
He doing him, so I had to cheat
He ask me why? Baby, I'm bored
All snores, they sleeping on me, see that big circle going tic toc
You know
What the fuck do I hear mayne? Listen
I think some bitches coming near me
Dwam!
I need you to do something for me
What's that baby?
I don't know
on the island and sell it like it's medicinal
Big body Benz, I can talk to all you little dudes
I'm dead serious, I am living proof
That when you put the work
the dream
All of my niggas are OGs, we keep it real but you're still the one that I need
Tell me whatever it is, baby you know that I got it
Your eyes on me,
Hey baby, I've got big
Plans in my life I can't miss
With all of my soul I feel this
This the only thing I'm feeling
Hey baby, I've got big
Plans in
this a deathmatch
Big street, had a- where my desk at
bet that, nigga, show me where the thread at
Love Renaissance, I'ma show you where the best
Cash, cold, that's what I need
Big bill collectors they ring my phone
They bother me when I'm not at home
Ain't go no time to be fooling round
Feet
a bit
Oooh, my baby gets around a bit...
Took her to the local bar
Where I like to hang
Every guy that passed her by
They all seemed to know her name
That's right, all you materialistic robots prepare
Yo, I seen ya girl last night, flat butt is wack, skinny hips
Bald head, weave with the ashy lips
Wig
them to slide
That's on our mind getting high all the time
(We tryna fuck)
We hustle hard, hope the fiends buy all the dimes
So we can scoop up and hit
baby, and that's ok, brother
But if you wanna hold grudges and play it stupid, that's child-like
I'm like the kid of christ, that's why my rhyming tight
exceptions
Girl you know that ass is a blessing yea
She took off all her clothes and start undressing
She say she bout that life I think she flexing
Big thighs
My baby looked at me with her great big blue bedroom eyes
And she said:
Wooh, dad where have you been all night long?
Yet I know I told you to get
Bitch do I seem like a care
Nah cause the love that i get is from a distance
Im workin night and the day at writing to spit some
Swish swish big work day
Bitch do i seem like a care
Nah cause the love that I get is from a distance
I'm Workin night and the day at writing to spit some
Swish swish big work day
Just Like That
[Violent J]
Jump out of bed and I head for the grapenuts
Eat em quick or they soggy and that sucks
Trying to find a clean pair
a real one,
No need to ask questions cause I’m all about us,
Any time I call my baby he gone pull up,
And then he put that thing down that's a big plus,
deaden, and I punch the clock the fuck off the wall
"Yeah that's right motherfucker
You can't keep underpaying people and mistreating them all the time
no, he right there on the dumb ass, that's no cap
I swear, all you bitches is some trash
But I'm bout my cash
Big cash, not the lil' one, yee
Yeah, nigga!
Aiyo, what up man? This is all BB right here
Word, yo, we just slid in from the back door
It's Code:Red, nigga, level four, ya'll
the woo, mountain for God, ain't no question
I brought the loaves and the fishes, He multiplied it all
And two thousand ate, yeah, that's miracles in
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