Lyrics:
Can't you feel by how I'm linked in?
(Ooh ah ah ah) once I get that twitch
That's how you tell that I been drinkin'
Think I fucked a lot of wives, the
Way
Better examples for our son
Why is there even a issue for me to
Have time with my son a
Son needs his father so
Many absentee fathers out here and here i
to sheep
Your mami know that dick go deep
Pull up your dress young man
Take it in the but like a bitch
Ain't always a way in the game
That's why BMQ do big
Yeah
Yeah
They say they need answers ('bout what?)
Well, I got big facts (big facts, big facts)
You went about it the wrong way so we can't fix
Big steps, Jurassic, juice gotta have it
I mean it's automatic to get up and chase that cash
Secure the big bag, and property is the only way that we
you arrested!" We said, "Go ahead!
We're having our drink anyway." We'd already finished half by this... we were 'faced!
Gets off at Jersey.... yes, you
how we stretch our
need out through the way of things, like salt?
cookin's relation to moanin' has already been
established as having hurt too
to try
Just kick off your shoes, get on the floor
This is what we came here for
Oooooh, you've got to break it down
You've got to get it out
Just get
big plan
I'm telling
Holds us by his right hand
Jesus is King
Wiped away our sin debt
Soon dwelling
Forever with the Big Man
Jesus is King
Trust him
homes getting' our thug on
Bottles of Patron if you grown get your buzz on
We brought the broads out and brought the cars out
I'm like the moon I shine
the rising
We are the rising of dreams
In the circuit of time, nothing's as it seems
Through the static and the electric rain
We'll find our way
Breaking
he's straight
The only nigga out the project Magnolia with weight
[Turk]
Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project
trapping by the store
Ducking cops oh lord
Done sipping that henny I think I need more
Bad bitch in a lambo
Iced out rocking kenzo
Bape shit with the camo
know that you get smoke
We fight back, we’re not supposed to up and just “go”
Listen: our coping mechanisms don’t do enough
Pay attention to the protests
we lame guess we ain't get the memo
Cause we too busy stacking this paper bitch
Say we changed up on em
Yeah the whole crew changed
Got the big
a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.
And watch me jump in the golden Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm
and my big brudda J
Smooth how I move you know how the boy play
I got it out the mud I ain't know another way
Said I got it out the mud I ain't know
When Europe was still in the darkness
Our boats was big as the ark is
The cargo was gold-tip spears
And it sold by the load and it opened the market
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh, you
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
by
The way we get by
Oh, that's the way we get by
The way we get by
We go out in stormy weather
We rarely practice discern
We make love to some
by
The way we get by
Oh, that's the way we get by
The way we get by
We go out in stormy weather
We rarely practice discern
We make love to some
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