Lyrics:
(Yokyo)
(Yuh)
(Slit)
Jane Jane, Mary Jane
Me and Spidey smoking strains
Said she wanna take all the pain
Headache caused by the chain
I can no longer
the other hats that I juggle (straight)
You niggas my little cuzzos, little niggas
Nobody sonning me
If am a sun, I'm the one you look up to
Fuck you
Big
making their funny little sounds
Guarding the ground and rooting all around
Watch your dry bones in the prairie dog town
Went to a party at the Prairie
you
We be like la, la, la, la
From the same city as the B-IG
Wanna serve these bars, gotta see ID
Now I'm on they radar, where B dot be
Was a slave for
Well, at birth mom and papa called their little boy Ned
Raised him on the banks of a river bed
On a houseboat tied to a big tall tree
A home for
town
I count all my money in my dressing gown
I'm a big bad bush bushranger
I'm a bush I'm a bush I'm a bush bushranger
Running from the law living
a year
And now he's sitting right here with a beer right now
We all talk a little small town
Bunch of raise right 'round here
Kids keeping it country
From a town in Louisiana on the wrong side of the tracks,
came a rowdy Ragin Cajun by the name of Rupernac,
He was harder than a hickory long
She stepped off the bus out into the city streets
Just a small town girl with her whole life
Packed in a suitcase by her feet
But somehow
She stepped off the bus out into the city streets
Just a small town girl with her whole life
Packed in a suitcase by her feet
But somehow
fresh impression
Display my skills yuhnamean?
Focus on ma goals materialize the dream
I can't do it by myself i go mobilize the team
Grand town we're
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin' to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin'
down low so you can taste it
Yeah Yeah
Big clouds
Loud sounds
12 Rounds
All I smoke is thrax
I roll that shit up by the pound
Yeah I'm all up in ya hood
the A-town
[Big Gipp]
Have you ever thought about what it would be like
If everybody woke up and said "Fuck work"
Webs of small talk, people caught up in
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
brains?
Freedom or big chains, they don't feel my pain
Blood on my sneakers, no remorse for the grievers
He played the corner like Revis he should've had
and a choppa (what else?)
And a desert on a dirt bike (skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (fresh)
Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist (woah)
Oooh, lawd! lookit you, boy! chain thoo de nipples 'n evvy goddam thing! you a sick white muthafucker, ain'tcha?
Rhonda:
Bells on bob-tail ring,
Making
I'm throwed
I'm bouncin' off the road I’m in a mode n 'fo
Takin' it to 'em, hop out my big body form
Chain with the charm can't forget Moet along
I'm
I'm throwed
I'm bouncin' off the road I’m in a mode n 'fo
Takin' it to 'em, hop out my big body form
Chain with the charm can't forget Moet along
I'm
(Mike Will Made-It)
Bad bitch with a tan
Do you know one by chance?
Hundred bands in the Lamb'
Do you have one by chance?
Need to see the Xan
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto
Baby
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making
Baby
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making
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