Lyrics:
their thing, big dipper, big dipper
And at around about a quarter to ten
You got up and did it all again
He's got his own big dipper and now he knows
It doesn't matter what I say, no matter what I do
Every little thing reminds me of you
It gets harder every day, I don't know what to do
Every little
All you do is cry, bitch, keep it real
Life is more than imitating niggas and eating pills (ha)
And what kind of motherfucker ruins three deals
That
and do the things that they make you explode
You don't believe me, mami, just let me go low
Because I'm a freak, that's a no
Now can I get big, big, big
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up
I would never do nothing to let you
To give it to you plain and simple, 'cause you know it's played
Holla at 'em Doggy Dogg, go and do that thang (go ahead)
OK son, I'll tell ya like my
do what I do when I do, mm
I could tell some stories 'bout some things you won't believe
It takes more than an album now to set this sinner free
I
It's been a landslide for a long time
But them no wan believe me
All of una combine, shey you wan try
Oya do am, if e easy
Who bad enough? Who do it
and do the things that they make you explode
You don't believe me, mami, just let me go low
Because I'm a freak, that's a no
Now can I get big, big, big
with it
Get right ho, roll a dice ho
And you ain't gotta be a dike 'cause you like hoes
But everyday I step behind a wall
I do it big, ride fly, stunt,
behind a wall
I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball
I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me
And a bucket full of bottles, bust it
still get it poppin', let me get them keys
I still do the proper, do the BET's
I still roll it proper, let my niggas feast
Still in that 'Rarri blowing
of them are thots
No lights, this ice, it blinds
Clothes hit the mall, we buy the whole thing
Big gas, it's lit, propane
One hit, one touch, La Flame
tell me I ain't poppin'
I ain't hot no more
Well, listen to me closely, bitch, I got a Rollie, it's gold like a trophy
All of my kids straight, if you
Gardena? I took the studio camera
I know Top will be mad at me
I had to do it, I want your body, your music
I bought the big one to prove it
Look what
Weezy, Wee (Weezy, baby)
Weezy, Wee (it's Weezy, baby)
Weezy, Wee (it's Weezy, baby)
Yeah, Jazzy Pheezy
Bright thing on my hand sayin' (look
a freak
The way you're poppin' and droppin'
All over me
No, I don't want you to stop it
Yeah, I'm a freak
Baby, I can't lie
When you move like that
I got
by the burner in case a near try to violate
Never go down, stay rising like Andre
'Cause my corner back every thing the Don say
Long Beach, yeah I
Weezy, Wee (Weezy, baby)
Weezy, Wee (it's Weezy, baby)
Weezy, Wee (it's Weezy, baby)
Yeah, Jazzy Pheezy
Bright thing on my hand sayin' (look
the chronic by the tree
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Somethin' that you can't do (woo, hey)
Big talks of the town, big boy gang moves (gang moves)
I like to walk around with my chain loose (chain, chain)
She
things
Got me thinkin' like Amerie, "It's this one thing"
Floaties in the pool, got drones over the roof
Just like Drakeo The Ruler, my nigga, we know
was persuasive (was persuasive, was persuasive)
From nine to five I know its vacant, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do
Traveling forever in the dark
Darkness into blackness
There and back, it's always black
Oh, it screeched across the sky
Nothing to do but lie
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