Lyrics:
firing him he fired Friday
Ruth Cris me and bay dining
Or somewhere out of town with my phone on vibrant
Vibing jiggy little thing she ride it
Ass up
pigs
Little handsome piggy wigs
For the big, bad the very big, very bad wolf
They did not give three figs
Number one was very gay
And he built his
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
Little Layzie beat it
Daily collectin' me bank roll
Rollin' with Trues, nothing to lose
Never the less ain't about that talking
Screamin' out murder
don't need much
But still need a calculator to keep up
Je-sus, I'm doing me, B.I.G
Hit Little C's up after I hit this tree up
Me, I get my cheese up
yeah
Cause I got (big bank), all these haters wanna grill me
(But fuck that I'm about my money if it kills me)
(Yeah baby!) (And I'm up to no good)
a cat skin
White with a pretty hand
Wish the little beast gone
Half-made man
Elvis has honor
Not half-boned siksura
Heavy Betty big bone
the town, tryna ride my wave, you bound to drown
Pour the drank
I'm just sippin' good while they rollin' stank
Diamond chain, bitches get so thirsty for
pregnant girl, leave the party
My stashbox so big, it could move the shotty
God it ain't my fault, if I shoot somebody
I ain't in it to lose, I'm in it
We scratched our names
In that oak tree
'Cause I loved you
And you loved me
A jagged little heart so the whole town knew it
Carved in the bark
But I spell a P, a little bitty E
Sweet bop, bop, bop, sh-shoo, shoobie doobie doh, and a little round O
Now you add another P, a big skinny L
on ridin', Gypsy Wheeler
This town's too small for a man as big as you
Keep on ridin', Gypsy Wheeler
This little town's got nothin' left for you
Keep
I want a little apartment that's just east of town square
With a big bathroom mirror so I can still do my hair
And it will seem like one of my
it's clean clear to Flag Town, c'mon
Yeah, that's a big 10-4 there, Pig Pen
Yeah, we definitely got the front door, good buddy
Mercy sake's alive,
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working
Long as my two hands are fit
he'd be a little boy
But he'll get taller as the time goes by
He'd be a little boy, he'd be a little boy
But pretty soon he'll hear the other boys
Here it comes
Here it comes (Hey)
Lo-City, it's the city, it's the town where I was raised
Town where I was raised
Town where I was raised
Town
back 'cause that nigga can't drive
Doors open up I emerge with ten chains
Even back then they was calling me ten chains
Ask me what I spent, I tell
to pimp shit, lobster steak and shrimp shit
Big Cat, Laflare, you try and get your wig split
Dammmn shawty! Why you hatin so hard?
Cause my chain worth
niggas
Metaphorical gangsta studio killas
Everybody know you been lame
Tryna hide behind a chain and a nickname, that's a damn shame
Shoot ya videos gon'
ride big time she fuck with big time niggas
mane im worldwide im getting down
im blowing up these pounds while i represent my town
im worldwide im
(Ooh, ya dig)
I said
Look at the uzi, the uzi wetter than a boat
(Brr) she said
Jacuzzi, jacuzzi
The water feel good on her toes (Mm)
Live a little
(Live)
the paper
Wintertime, drop the top, flex on all the haters
I'm in love with diamond chains, fuck a wedding ring
Love to spoil myself, I by myself
At first Mom and Poppa called the little girl a lady
They raised her on the banks of a river bed
A house boat tied to a big tall tree
A home for
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