Lyrics:
Im waiting for Jesus come
Get Me
I got my hand up like
Check Please
He got a plan and it
Aint B
He makin plays like he's
Messi
He make a way
Da-ily
the unifying
Hands of our children
Across this big blue marble
And NIRVANA's tarty
Musical career so please bless
Us again - we'll forever feed off of your
Is it an illusion? Is it a mirage?
I see youngens die because they tryna live large
And they all say
Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in
cold but the flow is anemic
After debris settles and the dust get swept off
Big K pick up where young Hov left off
Right when magazines wrote Kanye
cold but the flow is anemic
After debris settles and the dust get swept off
Big K pick up where young Hov left off
Right when magazines wrote Kanye
to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
guess
Picture me pressing up CDs
Yeye seeing stars from her son at nineteen
Friends saying you gon' be the next big thing
You believe it while you chase
a little girly oh
Bimbo, is a little boy
Who's got a million friends
And every time he passes by
They all invite him in
He'll clap his hands
And sing
hands and sing and dance, and talk his baby talk,
With a hole in his pants and his knees a-stickin' out,
He's just big enough to walk.
[Chorus]
gorgeous
Every time you see me I be looking like a fortune
Big bank roll I need all of my portions
Pull up to the mall in some Porches
Might make the Forbes
Don fresh and clean
Blue Polo suit had to pick it up at 3
Got it tailored by Ms. Ling shit looked so sweet
On the way to the club
Just left the pent
life
And every time i fuck up I pay a big Price
Gazing out my window I been lookin at the moonlight
Tryna be a better man but i can't seem to do right
indeed
Throw your hands up I’m bouta celebrate my biggest dreams
I see ghosts with these nasty flows
Imma peep game you can watch me glow
Imma get loose
Yeah
Bag it up put it on the scale beep
Red by the case got runts by the qp
Niggas know lux you don’t gotta introduce me
Should I finesse em I think
Never let em count you out
Never giving up, keep fighting
Gotta show em just what you got
Though we had enough we survived it
So never let em count
that pay, pistol black is big smackers
Back up the ally, attack us, waitin for the crackers
Smugglers, muggers, in the gutters wit ruck cutters
to appreciate Life's Big Picture, lost in the threats of Death's day-to-days
Forced by the number of seconds, wishing for a new life to be just a day away
Amen,
doesn't matter how fast you are,
all you need is to keep going.
Slow and steady wins the race.
Everybody, give him a big hand!
Everybody, give him a big
stink when I a blazing
Big batty gyal a whine up inna dem favorite shorts
Everyday same thing, Too much liquor chasing
Bridge
Oh no seh Colo so drunk
know wassup
Big as the moment is
Shit I can't help it fuck
By now you feeling it
Right now I'm pouring up
She say she love the kid
Mm I'm like hol uh
on and gimme some head
[Chorus: x2]
Loud pipes big rims
Wodie that's our life
When we pull up at the club
Sorry that's our night
I know a lot of haters
ran this shit up just like a whole cheetah (yeah)
Hey, big shoes like I'm old people (yeah)
I ride with pole-keepers (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, watch what
white man hand
And gave him three K's
Like that white man Klan
My Band Rocking out like a White man band
I'm a choke
(he messed up proving that it"s
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