Lyrics:
and generals
Dodging the Federals
I got baddie she freaky, she need me to stretch it like mrs incredible
I think that she a professional, we got gelato it's only
wanted
So stop asking why the hell they leaked yo apartment
In my opinion, you deserved it
And remember, you should always hate the Big Bills OP
Mr. Big
outside and a pussy is part of the price damn you
I’m a get a f**kin bag so big it rips the Louie
I'ma put a hit out on every prick that did s**t to me
horses
I'ma show ya who the boss of intercourse is
Sex, I'm takin' no losses
Even groups like SWV and TLC
Can't see B-I-G with telepathy
The recipe,
When you're smiling, there in your attire
Fancy styling
Right here by the fire
Quite beguiling, my, don't you inspire
I'm santarrific if I do say
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
her a picture and said I'd holla back witcha
Hey, they say I'm like Mr. Bigsta
All these bullshit moves that missed us
Divide and twist us, revive,
A long time ago, our point of view
Was broadcast by Mr. Bartholomew
And now the world is full of sorrow and pain
And it's time for us to speak up
Said that I dissed her,
'cause I wouldnt kiss her,
But I got her a picture and said I'd holla back witcha,
Hey, they say I'm like Mr. Bigsta,
All
A long time ago, our point of view
Was broadcast by Mr. Bartholomew
And now the world is full of sorrow and pain
And it's time for us to speak up
"Isn't it a lovely day
Mr bukowski?" "Oh yeah, Yeah"
The children walk past and
I don't even exist
And lovely women walk by with big hot hips
And warm
You better count money
(ghetto cowboy)
(ghetto cowboy)
Tha name is Krayzie
Big Bad Ass Bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole
Along
them up bit by bit you made them cry
Many poor girls cry
When they trying to keep you happy
They just trying ta keep you satisfied
Mr bigstuff
(tell me
a backpack
Called your girl she came she wack I smacked that
This one no be WWE
I take your girl and put her in the tea
It’s my city yeah they come through by
neck yea
Call me big poppa
Call me young hefe
Mr. never gonna let another broke bitch stress me
Mr. Ballys on my feet for all them times I didn't eat
we will no pause
Then statue niggas gonna get taken out in one big haul
Stick to the code abid by the streets law
Don't snitch or be a sucka is part
I walk in the game
I'm spendin' 100 on my teeth
I told my big bro let it rain
Told 'em to turn up the flame
My lil b turn up the beast
Imma still
they on?)
Call em' Mr. Walk Down
He don't show em' no pity AR got mods put a scope on a smithy
Spin the block out for the one they gone leave lil' bro
My flow is cold like Mr. Freeze
I spit so smooth cause I rhyme with ease
That thang be thicc like some double D's
The name's Big Lang can't fuck with
tricks up a sleep like mr, gold gadget.
when that I get so savage 23 years.
Of planet should I can't have it man?
can't stand it by disappear like
Yeah, do some push-ups, breathe some air
Top J, baby, Big Mac out
Yes, sir
This took me like a month, by the way
I love you guys, bye-bye
Breathe air, do
You'll like him more when he cool like Mr kool aid
I want me some smart head give me two brains
I did it all by myself I was not trained
She don't care if
One day I wanna make big profits, but right now I’m getting paid by the hour.
But an old black man, in an old mini van, had a saying that knowledge
One day I wanna make big profits, but right now I’m getting paid by the hour.
But an old black man, in an old mini van, had a saying that knowledge
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