Lyrics:
And I'm too focused, I just hate to get disturbed
I'm busy makin' millions, she just started laughin'
So you know I had to
Shooter, bang
Shooter, bang
too long
Big 50 cal when it's on
Screw the muzzle and let it go
Goodz turns his back on the
Crowd and leans over
...oh my bad, that's just what it
yeah
In a big thing making big stains
With a big thing bringing big pain
Need a big lane got a big gang
For the big name I’m a big bang
You
no love let it bang
Treat them haters like strangers
Treat them haters like strangers
Im surrounded by these strangers
And they got me feeling some
like I
Ain't bang too much, what?
Like a nigga wouldn't spazz out
Telly got your baby mama with her ass out
Fuck school, little nigga
Take the fast route
Syncopation
And he showed me
The mechanics of
Using a drum stick
And how to hold
Two heavy crash cymbals
And bang them together
And they were so heavy
And you
Didn't get no hand-outs
I did it by myself
Bitch left when I was down
I did it by myself
Never had a big dawg
I did it by myself
Countin' hunnids all
inside a caption
RIP to all them rappers man they died from all the cappin
Hold them captive man they doing too nigga much that’s a mad ting
In the fields
fractured piece of identity
erased by itself
pieces of mind that anger too much
will save you tonight
the midnight wont come
fractured piece
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
talk too much (behave)
Don't even talk too much (boy)
Don't even talk too much (boy)
Don't even talk too much
Don't even talk too much
Don't even
it's not the way to treat neighbors but I'm dealing
So I know her by the way she bangs her shoe on the ceiling
And I know it's too late to be sorry or be
hm
When you text, no read receipt
Down for the cause while you sit, hot-headed cold-blooded, yet you lack degrees
Been fueled by the hate, it's
your beer muscles
We're tusslin', the crowd's startin' to cheer us and
Adrenaline's rushin' through us just like a geyser gushin'
Too much Budweiser
so well,
A Big Bang, I got clientele
And from the time I was only six years old
I never forgot what I was told
It was the best advice I ever had
said "sho 'nough, now let's go up, 'cause that's where we headed"
I used to care too much, I used to feel too much, yeah, yeah, yeah
I used to feel
free-fallin' tryna leave this deep depression
My son Joey still slow, my moms got cancer in her throat
My big brother sniffin' dope
Lemme know how many
Two big booty bitches, in my living room
Like me so much said she gon leave her nigga soon
I told her oh no baby what is ya doin, I told her O-O-O NO
big waps, we ain't gotta talk too much, they know
And she just wanna walk with a thug for expensive meals and shisha smoke
(Aye, mhm) anywhere man
The fence is too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell, hot
Get a life, now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell
Look at what
too much candy
N u know that I'm diabetic
But give me more I na even scary
So gimme bon bon (gimme more... gimme more)
Oh yeah yeah (gimme more yeah
, I be swerving too much, I be racing bro
There go lil Tripp with that choppa, he dangerous, don't let him bang unless you got safety boats
Cus lil
be the reason that
My life was ruined, too
Bitch, I hope this fate change you
By prey this fate claim you
How is Justin a real Driverand you
Ain’t see
Talkin' big money, bitch, uh
That little shit you talkin' 'bout
That's lunch money
We don't even smoke that, I got-I got-I got-I got so much (so
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