Lyrics:
Big dawg I go WOOF nigga, don't make me let my goons loose
Choppers make you shit your pants, thought you drunk some prune juice
Swear that I'm immune
Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped
One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm picking them off
They're going home to fuck Nicki Minaj, aw
Compare me
Backend all hundreds, they know how I want it
When we slide all choppers, they know how I'm coming
Tried to hide at his mama's, ain't no hidin'
Hello there children
How are my little crackers today?
It's a Hxliday up in this bitch
Woop-woop-woop
I'm a big dreamer, live up to my word (Uh)
She
years in federal prison
I always live by the code of honour
That's why my best days are ahead of me
I am richer than I've ever been
I would like
I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah
Soon as I roll up, put my doors up
Go'n head, pour up, roll a few O's up, let's go
Four by four, that tall shit,
'em by D, you can't blame 'em (you can't)
Big torch, I'ma go and flame 'em
Triple bald lookin' like a Wrestle Mania (woah)
500k through 500 ways in
See we will do anything for the bread
Even point choppers right at ya head
The Misogyny, violence we let it spread
As long as we coming out with
of block, it's a rundown
Tay & Lonnie J they got dem pounds
N****s big, by air, don't smell shit
Gang in the streets, in the streets
In the streets, in
wreckless
Snatch you by yo necklace
Not the one to mess with
(Chorus)
Bitch I'm Stone Cold flexing (what)
Do it big like Texas (what)
Middle finger
around you get your wing split
The only time that you gone see flies is if I carry round big shit
I am not here for your help
I did this shit by myself
No
cave bitch
Ease back white bitch I don't play that
Just because I got on my L.A. hat
Stalkin' walking in my big black boots
Is my jingle, now
demons still gotta pay the toll around here
Big Glock, keep heavy metal like Kid Rock
Never let it sick, hide, shoot 'til my wrist lock
If
I told niggas I was jumpin' on jets, and post them foreigns by steps, let's get it
I had to earn they respect, they hatin' the more that I flex, they
Yeah i I think I may have to take it
Back to like, like 10 years ago, you know?
The Big Meech Era, you feel me?
Real, real motivation for a street
by Kiki
She gon' give me 'nini, ayy, 'til I'm weak-weak
I French kiss the money, she French kiss my wee-wee
Came through shittin' on 'em, jewelry
MTHREE' so sick he got the flu
Check on they wrists if they is my crew
She get replaced 'cause she got a mood
Kept by my side 'cause that is my dude
Where my hood niggas at? in the street in the street, doin it
Big doin it big flipping work toting heat
Where my hood niggas at? whippin' lacs,
sorry big ol' 223 and plus a carbine
One-five chopper on me, I won't argue
I'm ridin' harder, nigga
Something like a Harley
And I'll smoke a bitch nigga
back one day
So I'm only going one way
Jesus got big dog status, devil pissed off
Bible big chopper blow that clip off
If my hand causes me to slip up
fucking dab
Aye, choppers by my side you know it clap
Like your bitch ass, big bag
Big cash, and I tote a big gat
Aftermath, I been dressed in all black
by the
Skin off his doctor's psyche
He hopes it holds but knows
The locusts kamikaze nightly
He woke, promoted bug-eat-face
Insect chopper's biting
Then I'ma light my spliff up
I'm a big dog, y'all niggas teacups
On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up
I don't bite my tongue, I'ma speak up
Send
Yea
Its your boy BIGHAND-NO
This one goes to all my bike riders
I dont care if you ride sport bikes, dirt bikes, Harleys, choppers, cruisers lets
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