Lyrics:
tryna perfect your aim, ain't cha?
Hmm, you tryna get a big chain, ain't cha?
Hmm, with the medallions and the rings
Ain't cha?
Hmm, gon' get your Air
tryna perfect your aim, ain't cha?
Hmm, you tryna get a big chain, ain't cha?
Hmm, with the medallions and the rings
Ain't cha?
Hmm, gon' get your Air
I'm way too chill got a lot of dollar bills
Plus a house on a hill (Plus a house on a hill)
Your girl looking fine I'm about to make her mine only
the dick
If I get down too bad
Imma set up a lick
Draw out the blue print
I send a hit (blurr)
He send a hit (blurr)
Came from the mud
Bitch I'm clean big
don't get her back,
I swear this old shotgun will.
Standing down by the landing,
Big old board on the door,
Standing down by the landing,
Big old
more nothing less
Verified bills counting blues like the check
I ain't built like the rest
This is more than just a check
Hard times keep me blessed
at blue bills
My kidneys they beggin they me tellin' me chill
Copin with Ritalin keep poppin' these pills
I just popped a twenty I need me a ten
I'm
Molly!
Off of da Pills!
Off of that Molly in love how it Feels!
Off of da Molly!
Off of da Pills!
All fo the money keep countin Blue Bills!
Yuh!
Off
the bills paid
All my houses got them big gates
Quote BB we rep them big banks
Y'all pay for them blue checks?
Uh
And fuck for them feature?
Uh
cant look
a Buffalo
Live rich fuck the broke
Walking with the hundreds though
Big ass bills a nigga stay counting hella dough
Big tripping that's a part of my day
I
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been a working man dang near all of my life
I'll keep on workin' long as my two
They try to send me to jail, I ain't playing no monopoly
Cost you three bills to pass go have your bread before you're crossing me
Better do it
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
in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro? I ain't even know
Walkin' out the Gucci store, 'bout to spend a hundred so
Lil' bitty bitch, with a big booty
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been a workin' man dang near all of my life
And I'll keep on workin' long as my
change that
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C
she praying to Allah
Lil' bitch
Go ahead, get wild
OG for the homies
Don't hit milds
Get hip or die
That's a big trial
Get rich
Or die by projectiles
recognize that I'm easily prey
I got ate alive yesterday
I got animosity building
It's probably big as a building
Me jumping off of the roof
Is just me
Who knew I would be the one
Yeah yeah
Who knew I would be the one
Cause I ain't see this coming
Not into bloody shoes
But I love blue hunnits'
I just
for bail, son
Making collect calls, expecting that mail, son
Doing push ups in a six by four cell, son
A hard head makes a soft tail, son
And my
a picnic
Take a clip, bitch
Take a Twitpic,? of a big dick
Talkin' too slick, too quick, to a new bitch
Bitch'll teach a trick to a trick
Have a blue dick
on the handle like a big bike
Can't even call em rats, they some big mice
No Stevie Wonder, I can see the light
Speed racing, catch me zooming in the fast lane
Small paper forget it, big money I'm with it
I'm smoking good you can smell it though I got hella dough come get it
When you hot the hoes come with
how the fuck you killing it with my lingo man
Bring back boom bap
But keep trap on that
Big black owned raps
By big bad white men
Keep that rolling in
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