Lyrics:
Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,
All them niggas I gotta fight one, all them hoes I gotta like one
Our situation is
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
Me and brother Bill was goin' fishin' down to the river one day
Had a can of worms and a willer pole a big can of minners and a lot of sourdough
Me and brother Bill was goin' a fishin' down to the river one day
Had a can of worms and a willer pole a big can of minners and a lot of sourdough
really pretty
Baby got a lotta bitches envied
Baby making all
This fucking money
Baby got the honey
Throw up Big B's
When I'm bumming
Baby putting on for
yeah
Whoa, all these broken hearts on that pole
Man, if pole dancing's an art, you know how many fuckin' artists I know?
Got some new bills in
just tripped and stripped
Because he didn't realize that the joint was dipped (that's right)
OG's joinin' the Nation, and it's all good
BG's is
he'll be for the rest of his life
All they do is scream and shout
They gave me a job
Put me up
Put me on one
That's where he'll be for the rest of her
to swing
That's when I seen her
Her name was Tina
Grace and poise kinda like a ballerina
I said, "How you doin', my name's Big L
Don't ask me how I'm
Hey, get up
You're on
I know it's 3am and everybody left but
That's showbiz, sweetheart
It's my turn baby
Put your phone down less you're videotaping
a Buffalo
Live rich fuck the broke
Walking with the hundreds though
Big ass bills a nigga stay counting hella dough
Big tripping that's a part of my day
I
in a box
And that's light, that's light
But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right
That's what y'all call street?
No tales from the Crip this
to talk about is casualties?
They don't wanna see us in our home they take the lease
It took a, It took a while for me to get like this
Ima big dog, right
me crazy but I don't know baby
You're thinking that it's me you're fooling
Where's the right in, all of our fighting?
Look at what you're doing
Where's
the Nightlife!
Clublights! Nightlights!
Baby you look good in the Nightlife!
Poppin' pills!
Countin' bills!
Taking all these Drugs!
She love how it feels!
Big racks all stacks know it's go time
Watch spend it all at mall like it's show time
I can't help myself I gotta have the money
Did it all by myself
you's the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way, mad bills to pay
shots
Cause if you can't do that, they're going to hold ya back"
She was sucking up the game, down to do all that
She said "Short baby, I ain't no
You big stench in my life, you big stench
Huh, I'm big rich
Go run that comma, tell your mama, ho-ho
You know I'm crazy like my mama, ho-ho
You
I've been working all week, just been trying to make a dollar
If you want to meet up me right Down by the holler
Got a twelve pack of beer sitting
I be rolling by myself
Man I can't stand y'all
Niggas dick riding the wrong Niggas
Wont get no clout at all
Created waves
Aint no cap on that
It's that Young Sinatra IV shit right here
Rest in peace Mac Miller
It's been like ten years
Here we go, yeah
Visualizin' and realizin' my life
I got me a deuce and a quarter, babe
She will ride you right
Pick you up about half past nine
We can ride all night
I came up from the country, baby
and Hulk Smash like Bill Bixby,
Those hips and thighs got me hypnotized by the way you’re walking,
And nah this aint no cartoon but I swear to y’all that
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