Lyrics:
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Daidle deedle daidle daidle man
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town,
A fine tin roof with real wooden
Daidle deedle daidle daidle man
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town
A fine tin roof with real wooden
get geeked up
Send my young niggas at ya they get up
Already know what the fuck we on man
Big gas this way fuck you talking about
No skimps
We rolling
bout to act up, act up x2
(Big Ed)
Ha, Ha were my mother fuckin soldiers, its time for war (attention)
salute your captin time to get
Yeah
Clockin' paper
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Clockin' paper
From Cali to New York City
Clockin' paper
Yeah, fuck you talk if you ain't
of the future is surprisingly not far
Just thinking 'bout my friends all becoming some pop stars
And how they all said to me, "Damn Drew, you got bars"
Faded,
bout that real game shit
See everything ain't what it is, all glitter ain't gold
Niggas portraying like they rich and when you see em they broke
You
on my mind Mind thinkin like a boss
She ain't wanna see me win
So we win no lost
Long Beach diffrent
So I did it by myself
Comin from the bottom I
Everything I do is far from average
I love the way that she know she the shit
Yea lil mama know she far from average
Lil mama on her hustle you can tell by
The big dawg knocked, no more runnin' in no traps
He fired off a back, thinkin' hard like
I come from the way where you don't live long
Can't nobody
well, hit the lick and sto' for more bail
Followed by a gang of hoes and bout to go now
Twista say he got a spot where the dro sell
Liffy say we gotta
[Tyga]
Uh, in this world after one thing
Get ya money man, like ya uncle told me
Haven't slept since, cause my dreams real big
I aint even rich yet,
one now
So just keep it stepping and bounce just like a check my nigga,
you get me
Big whip big fit big hits that’s cap
I ain’t even close to where I
my hands up
This can’t be over-see-er could you please take yo knees off me
Cause I can’t breathe
And this can't be the reality that I'm 'bout to die
three
She done fucked around, and called my phone by two
I be doin' me and I ain't worried bout you
How you cool with me, but I ain't heard about you
bull shit
Cobhams when I'm out here playing
When Their Opponent, open net
I go strike in with my Big feet
Big dick
Bout to get rich rich
Big
bull shit
Cobhams when I'm out here playing
When Their Opponent, open net
I go strike in with my Big feet
Big dick
Bout to get rich rich
Big
Yeah, uh
Bought my bitch the Chanel jacket with the big Chanel bag
Sneak the hammer in the club, the realest bitch I ever had (ah)
My plug like
on your big break praying you can beat me
You ain't made it far as D-C on the low
I been all around the globe like a god how they treat me
Broads hit they
Doin' what comes naturally
You don't have to go to a private school
Not to pick up a penny by a stubborn mule
You don't have to have a professor's
The brain of a walker rewarded by faith
Put my life on the line for all that I say
So sometimes I cry bout the darkness of day
Not because of all the internet
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs
and you know we bout stacking
Ygh soon to be rich watch
My rolly go tick tock
Diamonds be dancing on wrist watch
While you be dancing on Tik Tok
I hit my
You'll always be a Queen, just not mine to claim
You deserve peace of mind I can't provide today
I should reside by yo side as you climb the ranks reign
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