Lyrics:
to chill, tonight we do it big
Girls, comin' all dressed up and they takin' off their clothes
We know your man an ameteur so come party with some pros
You
you do
I'm a fast talkin' conman blowin' your mind
Breakin' you and your cousin at the same time
With a dirty rap comin' out my mouth
And you know
with your bitch
By what she want and shit
Trap Nigga I’m rich
Verse
Pop out yeah nigga had to go get it
Ask bout me I’m the man in my city
Bitchs
O's I made the bank teller pass out
My trap house floors lookin like a Magic City Monday
But ain't no singles, it's just big head hundreds
My car's
Song Lyrics: Big Blue
By: Electric City Underground featuring Tachichi
( Kirk Comstock cuthor)
Excuse me mabey come and save me. I`ve been livin in
bigger than your religion
Perfected by niggas that manifested music to live in
Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine
So tell that gangster
forms
But I'm 1099
Cause all of my shit strictly grind
And man I'm out the city where second chances get taken by death
And you either cuttin the check
throw your set up
Gettin' money, got that attitude, don't step close
Unified, bankin' in your city, it's the West Coast (ay, yo, Problem)
The home
propers
For makin my cash the proper way instead of comin to pop ya
[chorus]
Don't blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fingers
Big houses, candy
bitch
I can't motherfuckin' stop movin'
Go against me, you won't stop losin'
From the city where every month is May-
Day at home, spray your dome
definitely coming if she's coming with me
I'm like a hundred degrees man I'm even hotter than August
See half them girls in your city they probably got on my
with her friendship
Jewels, DVD, Raheem murdered by Bishop
Paid in full, no disappearance, dealers be switchin'
[?] clip rich then snitch, tellin'
better wet her, and leave her makin' her miss me
Cause that's how we do it up in Detroit city
71 super charged big block hemmy
Ya eldavarge, I'm
a
Nigga that made hisself rich?
Tool to your helmet
That's how niggas get dealt with
We wait outside your funeral to
Get somebody else clipped
You gotta
no show in my city
Yeah, yeah, rich scale, pussy
You know we gon' shoot them Glocks, bang off them shots and we catch 'em
I'm brought up on murder
wit it
Blue beenie knitted, freshly acquitted
Grind, grimey, the big body an' the big body
Wit lyrics an' 'draulics hotter than the Majave
Sellin',
for a motherfucking pimp like me, ho
[K. Sanchez]
"Say, I'm comin at you with lines, think they lies
Just because I don't match your compatible sign
clear
I'm tryna get you to see, it's a bigger side of life
Just listen with your ears and keep your eyes peeled
'Cause it ain't no comin' back once you
consciously, crusciously coming for your head
I'm from a small coast call stay out my path
And from a big city called foot up in your ass
Jeepers, weepers,
City Boo
as we continue to bring you the flav
represent'in L.B.
from the cradle to the grave
now how's that, one time for your mind
but when I
harder cause life is a bitch
Enough of the talkin, we runnin the city
And your girl might be in the car gettin' busy, bitch
Ice cup, red rum
Choppers,
come from that video
You know, L.A. traffic, how the city slow
She was sittin' down on that big butt
But I was still starin' at the titties though
On these beats talkin' big shit I been comin' up
You spent your last on drank tryna get out the mud
You ain't help me get none of this shit why should I
I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
May I be rich forever
Money on my head, pussy boy, that ain't enough
Bullet to your
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