Lyrics:
With television, Dreamcast, dvds
Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties
I'm a Cash Money Hot Big Tymer nigga
That'll hold a pinky finger up and blind ya
With television, Dreamcast, dvds
Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties
I'm a Cash Money Hot Big Tymer nigga
That'll hold a pinky finger up and blind ya
winters (I remember)
Fuck was niggas at when I had no dinner?
(Nigga)
Now the Clan pullin' up in our own Sprinter
(Big Sprinter) we don't got the same time
bout an asshole
Bitch you need to calm down man
Negativity gon get you beat up
Nuttin to do by me but a person like me
Im tryna tell you somethin' man
thought I got evicted how my shit up in the streets
B-I-G Sean, ain't nothing obese, but the feast
Swear I'm skinny cause I'm always on my feet
Gotta hustle
after year things just aint
Working out for me you like stop cryn
Do some push ups be a man
Bihhhh
Who is you talkin to
See the way you would look at me
(Aye we got BT in this bitch, piped up)
(Dillan made a hit)
Thanks for nothing
Bands all on you stunning
Trust issues, had me running
Anxiety, you
(Catch 22 you can tell by the sound)
(ZombieOnTheTrack)
Mobbin' round town like I ain't got nothin' to lose
Mike a young fly nigga they sayin' it
with my kush at the back seat
Say my name put my sounds on repeat
I put my thing in your girly she a big fish
Fuvk your thoughts man see me I'm sinking
Check looks good I'm billing up bands
You be count sheep to sleep
Man's counting the sk-d-da bang
The block is chizzy
Lizzy is making the ends go
the cycle managed by their 400-year advantage
They don't feel you black man now you getting paid
They wanna kill you black man cause they still afraid
Don’t
Something could be haunted
Haunted
By you
You
Haunted
By you
Big dreams, a whip clean,
c shift mean, green sip lean,
Then the opps don't know
Free up my
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
wanna be rolling in dough
I wanna couple massive castles all surrounded by moats
I want some big diddy fat bird I could ride up her hole
And a Yamaha jet
want some nigga
I'm trouble man, stay in trouble, trouble is all I know
A snub nose 44 fitted on my clothes
I love to hustle, trust no one, I'm
mirror on the wall
Who's the dopest of 'em all
Gots to be Big Snoop Dogg
So pick up the phone and answer my call
[Chorus: x2]
How, long, has it
They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death
We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same
But what did we gain by givin'
ex-boyfriend is really psychotic (uh-huh)
Scares the girl by threatening her life (word)
Says 'Girl, you're dead if you're not my wife' (oh man)
Beats in her
can't trust you
Then we can't be cool
Stay in yo lane and do what you do
Don't talk it if you not gone back it up
These types of actions will leave yo
beep, hydraulics
Make it jump jump
Soon as they let me in the building
Man they fucked up
They got my volume on 10
I’m hella turnt up
Bitches begging
No matter how much money you have
How much clout you think you have
How many cars you have
How big your house is
How big your ego is
Heartache is
Eyes crusty when he wakes up
Regrets of how he got his cake up
Last night he did some shit he couldn't even make up, make up
2pm on the clock man he
what you tellin me
Her man a goofy but for me she get that thing on skeet
Hop on top and ride that dick until you nut up in these leopard sheets
That
me what I feel now, nada
Bout to get my fucking guap up
Look who they calling big poppa
Straight from Brooklyn like Chris Wallace
They told me more
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