Lyrics:
Get a nigga dead and gone in a day
My opps out so my shooters came out to play
Big forty five and it's tucked in my waist, You ain't getting money
Drive a great big truck
When I'm old, when I'm old
Haul the wrecks down to the wreck yard
Help the boys unload
Keep my hair nice and long
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
Yeah
Legendary swag, young god, stay drippin'
Spillin' champagne on a boat, big pimpin'
Life is but a dream, look bitch, stop trippin'
You know
sipping on bubbly
Running thangs, ain't no every day I'm on my campaign
Some boys be sipping Cristal, Moet pop serving champagne
Sip a fo' guzzler,
like there's a million a million mes
More sides to me than a dodecahedron
But I'm not two faced just caught up in big dreaming
No gleaming beamers but
chance at life
I need that right i Need that left
When I was with you, girl I was a wreck
Fuck all this love shit i need me a check
I need a big house Just
on my daddy put that on my big bother
Ain't no half stepping I be riding
Waves
Young nigga ride that shit
I'm on waves
Imma just ride that shit
Imma
for position
Street game all in your face watch the rolex cushion
Heavy weightier, I'm the champ, Mr. 3-2
Really though big baby and it's 2002
Wreck
I see there every day
G D
Caused by the girl wearing nothing but a smile
D D
more mournin'
Cause perfect timing was never late
Get up Itz a Gameday
Itz a Great day today
Day by day let the playas play
We gotta big day to face
and fame, we was baggin' haze up, don't ask my name
Interrogations had niggas nervous, now they don't act the same
Same day, ain't much change, call me, my
beautiful
But we ain't come here to hear all
This shit that you used to do
"I made millions with Swizz dawg
They all paid my fee"
Well after such a big
a difference
I have no tolerance for black ignorance
I keep striving, driving 'cause I'm driven
By the course of Allah, the true and living
Cream
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Here we go again (okay), big body Benz (skrrt)
Cut off all my friends (yeah), choppers for my enemies
Go and ask the streets about Lil' Dominique,
million bionic
This rap shit make me want to scream like Onyx
I'm comin' through, that's right I'm gonna split ya
Soul survivors on this track,
the big bad city is just ahead
And there's a million lights of the living dead
They'll put the squeeze on you
So what you gonna do
Well you've bent
days
A bullet to my chest
Would never cause my heart to break
You know I'm big hearted
You know it drives you insane
But time and time again
I'll fight
You left me cold in the rain
Put me in a daze
Ever since we had our days
Sommer Rays don't feel the same
So long been on my own right now
Makes it so
Yeah (Big C4, Backdoor)
Crack music, numb your ears like Novacane
(Novacane)
I'm back to it, I get millions with the gang
(Run that back, Turbo)
Big Kash big bag and my bitch bad
Lick back shit snatched designer mix match and my whip fast
The way I'm poppin all these xans you would think I
many who love me like you do
Hoes sayin they love me through text oh
Was all at the bottom I had you
Supported from day one can't trade you
You one inna
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