Lyrics:
bat that bitch up
[Stone]
The king of the Nolia
I crowd both the wrists
Lock down slanging towns
Took the top off the six
In the club I be
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
couldn't sell that coke
When I was young, it was hard to tell
If I grow up and be rich as hell
See, I was cool I knew all the shit
Big bank on my finger
paint the town red
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel
She put her foot to the pedal
It'll take a whole lot for me to settle
Mm,
paint the town red
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel
She put her foot to the pedal
It'll take a whole lot for me to settle
Mm,
paint the town red
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel
She put her foot to the pedal
It'll take a whole lot for me to settle
Mm,
and Big Dupree was mated
And a dreadful fate awaited anyone who touched his bride
Cause he said it loud and clear for all the town to hear
And he nailed it
Houston to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, screw Rich why Valles
Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus
Odessa, Laredo, the locos in Austin
Texas made
of the Nolia
I crowd both the wrists
Lock down slanging towns
Took the top off the six
In the club I be thugged
With ten topless chicks
T-shirt, Girbauds,
Big John
Big John
Every morning at the mine you could see him arrive
He stood six-foot-six and weighed two-forty-five
Kinda broad at the shoulder
a life legendary
Who else put flows out, that put clothes out
Flee the cold weather, short sleeves with my toes out
Nine-six Big showed me what to do
Personal possessions, and dance
With depraved abandon in the vicinity
Of a six-foot pile of transistor radios
Each one tuned to a different station).
What?
dumb rich
Hunnid round right in my bag
I got sick no slatt
I got Vetement jean nocap
Okay, big big big big slime
I got tech I don't want my pints
Check
for raises
Took me six hours to count it, bubble wrap it up and tape it
All my bitches want allowance, plug askin' me for favors
I been out of town
niggas now to flip a brick
Well I'm stunna homeboy and I'm filthy rich
Super fly get money in the drop top six
I'm a Southern ass nigga that could blow
leads
them towards Bethlehem. The Wise Men enter the gates of the
sleeping town and make their way through the deserted streets.
A dog snarls at them.
rich me say
Rich me say, rich me say
So when the money increase, me know how to manage it
Never get carried away by animosity
Yes, me always a use some
fi di gun
Bout everyting criss fi di gun
Six foot six, head open like chips fi di gun
Him a intimidate fi di gun
Try eliminate fi di gun
Juvenile dem
look bitch,
You are just bushwick, I'm 8 foot 6,
I'm so up up on it like insomniacs,
Good music man Ye where he find me at,
I'm so dominant, I'm so
Big John
Big John
Every morning at the mine, you could see him arrive.
He stood 6 foot 6, weighed 245.
Kind of broad at the shoulders, narrow
What you wear or what's on your feet
Eat the foot long and when it
Kick you get six more feet
Yo, I twist the pure leaf
I just got in some new shit
Dawg
thing the big foot
That's why I stalk my money taller
The six foot
And I'm motivated to get more of it
Rich nigga getting private dances in public
Small
a A-Town girl (Big Latto)
So if you lookin' for her, know that she with me tonight, oh
The biggest, yeah
You know I had to do it for Clayko
If you from
Can't get my foot off the gas, cruisin' way over the limit
But i just wanna be rich yeah, stack up the racks
Then make it expand, man i swear we'll make
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