Lyrics:
the big butts
Like her, but she keep cryin'
"I got a boyfriend" Bitch stop lyin'
Dumb-ass hooker ain't nuttin' but a dyke
Suddenly I see, some niggas
the big butts
Like her, but she keep cryin'
"I got a boyfriend" Bitch stop lyin'
Dumb-ass hooker ain't nuttin' but a dyke
Suddenly I see, some niggas
it by the dresser
That's for any bitch who ever try to break my heart, I won't let ya
Still got blood on my denims
That was all the blood that was
talk"
Give a fuck about your thoughts, call me if you get lost, bitch
Okay, now you understand what we came here to do, right?
Oh yeah, me, I go by
The next station is... North Greenwich. Exit here for the Emirates airline, and the O2
(I'm cryin' inside a song)
Yesssss... (I'm silent all the way)
High five, strike and leave a nigga on flat
That bitch mad, like he eatin' her cat
Niggas just talk, won't just drop the low
Gettin' niggas hit while
Called your phone last night, I was lonely
Yeah, you know I've been sippin' on the codeine
Tryna leave, like girl, where you going?
Need you by my
Uh huh speaking facts, nigga, gang
My gang or no game
Hitch Village Projects
(Bitch, I'm dyin' 'bout that)
Nigga say he in the streets
(He lyin'
Yeah, let's go to
I just popped a Tesla
Tell that bitch no messenger
Tell that bitch no heaven, bruh
I'm heavy, bruh, I'm really up
When I smoke
Is it still, is it goin'? (Yeah yeah)
(Alright)
so we gon' do this one like for the RattPack and shit, is it recordin'?
Alright for the real
Fuck the bitch, I make her sweat, huh
I'ma die by my respect, huh
I put a check up on my neck
Life check ya in the head
I signed for a couple milli'
And fillish the village my niggaz, and killas
And dealas, got a low down work, and the bitch was mysterious
Somebody want to kill us, MOB like bail, bitch
I'm
and smilin'
This chick is clingin' on to me, sobbin' and sighin'
Said she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she cryin'
But it's real, and it's on, and caps
and smilin'
This chick is clingin' on to me, sobbin' and sighin'
Said she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she cryin'
But it's real, and it's on, and caps
us he disowned
Pick up and the drop offs & we back up on the road
On my P’s and Q’s I got that shit for the low
Cryin over a bitch quit actin like
cussed out by my mama
Herpes in my blood and that shit got me cryin'
I really got feelings, you see without science
Somebody ain't real, I'ma cut my
and then some
Like Trina, you dig
I fucked up and got too attached to the bitch's kid
Knowin that she used the baby to use me
Took him out my life, mentally
bitch, like I don't buy tickets
That bitch a bird, I'ma give a letter, fly ticket
I just observe, let him thinking they get by with it
They get on my
at my folks like
Oh
Wait
Like I'm on a roll like
Oh
Wait
Foot down from the go like
All time gas in my go time pack
Breakin down earth by hand like toph
at your funeral
The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip
Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
La-di-da-di
Saturday night and we like
at your funeral
The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip
Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
La-di-da-di
Saturday night and we like
nigga talkin about cryin like he ain't eatin (fuck 'em)
Nigga you won't boss
Tear, sweat and blood like a new Piru
Plushed out suite with a poolside
bet she start cryin' if she ever don't meet
But she'll never ever ever find another like me
Stop thinkin' 'bout yourself gotta think about the team
Like
Shoulders and knees
Like a nigga get sponsored by Fiji
My bitch mad
Pay no mind to her PP
I was just tryna
Give her some BB
You C I always have to TG
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