Lyrics:
the Range yo it's over
Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear
We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys,
the Range yo it's over
Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear
We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys,
the Range yo it's over
Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear
We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys,
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
the stink, revolutions in my brain!
On one command we wake up, we're a mob
Followin' the madmen we bleed by our eyes,
And one shout gives us a dream
A big
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
Scarface, Hugh Heffy with a few models
Some Esco, Big Poppa, and a lotta L
Only Mac I knew, coming wit gun powder
And spitting a lot of babble outta one tower
call me big poppa
And I treat my mama proper
The blacker the berry
The sweeter it gets
The darker to the toe
The harder it hits
The brighter the sun
I need that wealth in abundance
Running through them hundreds
Always been a hundred
Never been fronted it
Got it on my own
Poppa was a rolling stone
and I pull up with tha stick
Murder your whole click, just To make you eat shit
You a pussy nigga and we click clack brick
47s by tha do..
Killaz boutta
let's fly by where them niggaz laying homie
Willie will where you been
What's good with cha
Dodging traps laying back im good nigga
Heard you ain't been
dream
And I'm popping that bean
Homie pouring the lean
And we rolling sum green
For that cash I'm a fiend
Bitch I'ma flex like I'm Big Poppa Pump
grow taller
I'm busy puffing reefers here like a good doctor
And that ain't nothing biggie to me I'm the big poppa
All I wanna do is live my life
It's
I'm back again on my bullshit
They call it in my bag
And I'm a product of momma and poppa
Wanna' be good so bad
Beacon of hope
They call it giving
Rocka"
"I love it when they call me big poppa"
"Ahh, I can't take it no more"
We're flipping on the lights, ya'll can't fake it no more
Here's a little
Drug dealer Nigga on the low
Fuck these bitches all these bitches hos
Put the dick on em I ain’t kissin none
I’m big poppa boy you trippin son
Learn if
Sing mit Biggi Big Poppa
Pac ist Picture me rollin
In der Nachbarschaft hör J. Cole sing'
Jede Stadt ist Heimat wie Soling'
Das hier ist n Soulding
Ist
Rush Hour Ich Chris Tucker
Sing mit Biggi Big Poppa
Pac ist Picture me rollin
In der Nachbarschaft hör J. Cole sing'
Jede Stadt ist Heimat wie Soling'
Sing mit Biggi Big Poppa
Pac ist Picture me rollin
In der Nachbarschaft hör J. Cole sing'
Jede Stadt ist Heimat wie Soling'
Das hier ist n Soulding
Ist
straight up live
I been drinking way more down on the low
Sneaking in the cabinets my poppa used to hide the liquor in
So come the next barbecue I'm way
be intense
Some friends at the margin
Making summer streams harden
All these bulls shitting
Trying to milk me by the carton
But, uh, excuse me sir, I
wanna fuck you to sleep tonight, baby
Work out just for you, get my arms big
Check them videos and get my game thick
Wanna take you to my bed make you
Big Poppa, coming at you melodically
With some style and some melody, for you
Everybody loves the springtime
They like the new buds on the trees
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