Lyrics:
to a brother
Always love your mother 'cause you'll never get another
In the streets bustin' off shots
Fuck the cops, I got supa star props
Big time dough,
and put that booty in my car
Baby your booty is a movie star
Oscar award winner of them all, now give me that
Mesmerized by the size of it
You can
and put that booty in my car
Baby your booty is a movie star
Oscar award winner of them all, now give me that
Mesmerized by the size of it
You can
cussin' at grown-ups
Buddy, you're a boy make a big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be a big man someday
You got mud on yo' face
You big disgrace
(Tay Keith, this too hard)
Ayy, ayy, brrt
Section 8 'partments, I'm valid on payment (sold out of main)
Servin' narcotics like back in
on the marble
(Hey) smack them stars in the Wraith
Put 'em all in your face
Hundred bands for the bond when
My dawg caught his case
Wipe my hand by my head,
yo huddle blew
Bitch getting on my nerves, polio
Keep the Drac' close by, OVO
Drifting 'Cats down the block like it's Tokyo
Got more stars in the whip
, girl
Well, I never feel alone
When I'm out in the street, girl
In the crowd I feel at home
The black and whites they cruise by
And they watch us
, girl
Well, I never feel alone
When I'm out in the street, girl
In the crowd I feel at home
The black and whites they cruise by
And they watch us
for the big stacks
And the big act, now I got the big gat
Click clack, uh
Since day one, been in a ditch
Kin with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in
skrrt)
Man, I'm Big Gucci, I wear more Gucci than Harry Styles (it's Gucci)
And it took a while, but real street niggas back in style (Huh?)
Who want
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
money)
Ayy, and these trap niggas I represent (still got more money)
Ayy, it's Hustle Gang and we poppin', got big bank rolls in our pockets
Hoppin' out
ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
what's up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my
Ain’t been to prison buh I got the bars
Aiming for the moon,shooting for the stars
I’m out of this world
I’m living in mars
If pains were to be
Tucker
I treat the streets like my big brother
ATL, barbecue sauce in my fingernail
We gon' set it off to the right, to the left
And I'ma rep this
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
future in the loops I could pin
Walked out on a gig and I turned to the streets
Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks
I came up wit a strategy
post
Break down permission to take off
Gave out license to cross
Big star in the sky
Big sparks fly
Count down permission to take off
Come on lets get
my gun, don't run, don't bitch
'Cause believe me if you do, you'll be layin' in a ditch
Gon' get your stupid ass blown out the frame
'Cause I'm
I ain't famous
Tell a man don't try and get in my way
'Cos I will put 'em all down
Got big lyrics in containers
Yeah, my name's Eski
I was a young boy
like one time, I was out in the parking lot
Tryin' to remove my excess earwax with a golf pencil
When I see this guy Marty
Tryin' to carry a big ol'
hate
Hi yah! I'mma a mothafucking ninja star
I rock all black down to my twisted heart
When you see me in the streets
If you blink I'm gone an OG
No
the ghost of big John (little bitty big John)
A-little bitty big John
The old miner ran but he caught him in the street
A-little bitty big John (little
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