Lyrics:
before I abhor
We need to get on our game
Get ready to rescue and restore
Furthermore I'll tell you cuz it's a shame
The way people treat
the way a player floss
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout
I'ma get it while these haters just talk
(Still breaking boys off,
The Worl, uh
My swag got me big lit (yeah), big Worl, on my big shit (yeah, 808 Mafia)
I get a brick on my face
I get a brick on my face
Come
suppose
You like the way I walk with this limp
Call me Third Ward Daddy Pimp
>From that big bad southern region
Bitch I ain't leaving till I see them hoes
When you approach me keep it cordial with me
Cause daddy was a demon in that all black big body
Its up for any reason can't let sucker shit get by me
King, but this ain't no Disney movie
I was here first going brutal on the rhymes
Get the knife out, poke it right in ya behind
See I'm known for being
to shoot holes and things as
Long as you come up with a solution
There is also the classic
Military line "either lead
Follow or get out of the way"
These
the whole facilitation
All by way of mouthpiece just by my manipulation
I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst
Persuade the broad to put
Hurricane Katrina
I get Superdome defenses tryna find
A way to stop me
I'm offensive with the wordplay
I minored misdemeanors
Bitch, you might need a subpoena
made a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know, I know we'll never forget
Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
hold up, get 'em
Big dog status, high end fashion (yeah)
Dead fresh no stylist, I hustle with a passion
If she bad then I'm smashing, if she not then
you please, text the cheap phone
Big big plays, comin' out the cheap phone
(We got big big plays, we got big big plays, yeah)
Ayy, all my plays
tears to cry
So don't so say you don't know I'm right
When I say we'll get by
Ain't no big deal to say I love you still
Call out my name, I'll be
Big steppa trendsetter fly dresser wassup
HGM built to win yeah I bet you know us
Rise to fame say our name DRAKO gonna blow up
Heart cold no hoes
on and join our convoy
Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy
'Cross the USA
Convoy (ah, breaker, Pig Pen, this here's
me
If I don't get it out
Just think a nigga spit dick and when I let it out I bite
Im a big dog
Fuck with big paws
So if you gone give up
You
you wanna get it big like my pre rolls
That's too big!
Fuck a fuck I give two shits
The way I'm on it make em vommit on the bonnet got it too sick
Fuck
rockstar
Black boy, black boy, we don't get your culture and
We don't care what our government's done to fuck you over, man
Don't tell us your
to get it out my system momma thinks im foolish
Riding thru a city Where they label Us as villains
Sitting up on 2 wheels It look hard but we be
cranky
Watching out for the niggas that's janky
Make em do the hokey pokey if he thinking he can stain me
He stepped in, so I had to air it out
Point that
this that flip that which way
This way this that this that big weight Uh
Big Weight Big Weight new car new wraith
New crib new estate told em put me by
the sweepstakes now I got a big boost & got bragging rights punching out your daylights I’m ready for anything murdering everything carving you up real nice like
through the fire no saving me baby
Keeping my foot on the pedal
We on our way up can’t go back to the ghetto
Missing my people who gone
Until I get there
played out need a bag by the name
Tag Fredd from the fame
Never been sloppy after last night bet yo main bitch call me Papi
Everything big hoe
Tried
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