Big Beloved

David Raé Shawn

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David Raé Shawn


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Okay
Huh, huh, huh, huh
I said okay man, I'm on my way to make a play right now
I need a half or maybe an ounce, and then I'm busting it down
You running around, and running yo mouth
I'm running my route, I'm in my mode like Keef
And I ain't crying in the club with my bitch, I'm crying in my room with this wood
And bro ain't crying in the club with his stick, he opp hunting all through the hood
Look that's them, they problems, they shit
I ain't with the "He say, she say" bitch
I still cop that Reese's from the store, whenever I got the munchies
I still watch cartoons and if she think I'm changing it, that bitch funny
It's Big Beloved hoe, hmm
Mosh World Militia and Beware the locals, I stay with my coven hoe, hmm
Brodie he creeping with a lethal weapon, just like Danny Glover hoe, hmm
I'm all in the cut with some bad-ass bitches, they come at ya jugular though
I miss my bitch, but it ain't go my way, so I'm back to just loving these hoes
And I'm back to just smoking a wood at the crib by myself, unless Zman come roll
Feel like Offset we tagging ya toe
Tag on ya hoe
David you drunk ain't no tag on this bro
David you tripping, just walk that shit off
If these niggas is talking, we clapping them bro
Niggas ain't safe, watch they ass get exposed
I need money, I need ends
She tryna f*ck me and my friends
I just want twenty-nine to come spin a bend
Again, and again and again
Flow so dirty shit getting condemned
Before she let me hit, need verbal consent
And then I lay it down, just like some cement
Aye, look
I never miss, Curry
I'm in the spot and the opps got them worried
I got shit to do, she got to hurry
Niggas ain't getting no pussy, they furies
My cousin still selling and whipping them turkies
My Nola shawty always ask for a Birkin
I ain't said no, but I'm constantly working
The man with the plan, and I'm constantly hurting
Just light up a wood and I'm a different person
Dretti scaring me with all of this swerving
No Subway I'm swag surfing
Big Texas, know you heard it
I'm from the west where them bullets emerging
Bro keep a tactical drum
If you play with us, then he having some fun
I know niggas really up in them trenches, and I know niggas who grew up in the slums
I know niggas really toting them glicks, and I know niggas who just do it for fun
I know niggas that just do it for funds
I know bitches who just like throwing ass
I know bitches who just do it for money, and I know bitches who just really be sad
I know niggas really up in them trenches
I know niggas dead, and got a life sentence
I know bitches who got kids, and the father ain't shit
But they hustling, some out here stripping
Ion knock you shawty, go get ya paper
Ion knock you brother, f*ck all the haters
I'm on my grind like Tony, a skater
Real country nigga, like I'm Tow Mater
He on that Fu shit, then we going to fade him
Choking his bitch with the force like Vader

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