Lyrics:
must go to the heat, yeah
Private jet really big seats, yeah
Shawty so silk like a sheet, ah (Hah, yah, ah)
I'm taking my chances now
Tellin' me she
I feel like Superman on the track when I'm gunning for niggas, this beam is my specialty
I don't let motherfuckers get ahead of me, he talkin' tough,
Yeah
(Oh, Lord, Jetson made another one)
Big rocks, big rocks, girl, these some big rocks
Big-race Rollie, Flavor Flav, but it don't tick-tock
the story, Com, Pun and Nore
Look to the sun for glory as time runs before me (what?)
I'm after the day of judgment, I'm still before the
Jury, explainin'
work well shit umm well i can't go back to hoopin
Big loosin motivated me to bust down stupid
Cala bunga story watching my page look he's uchie surfing
Ay, ay, big dog, big dog
Hall of fame, just let it ride
Ay, like that, tell me where to go
Do you like it fast, baby, do you like it slow
Bad bitch,
quits
Nobody told me 'bout the emptiness
When the place you call home is closed for business
I push the pain down, I gotta get by
Always knowin'
worried bout no bitch I'm just tryna get rich
Focused on M's so I'm running this shit
Back to back shows and I'm rocking that bitch
Big 40 on me and it
trippin'
Talkin' all that nonsense, slippin' talkin' bout they be crippin'
But it's like this, watch out before you get bucked
I'm tellin' coward ass niggas
nigger weighing 300 lbs
With the look of the Lord in his eye
He said my name is Dick Whisper
Yeah but you can call me Big Dick
And if you're looking for
story about this nigga, I use to trust like a brother
I thought that he was different we come from the same struggle
Why you tranna snake me out, I even
motherfuckers)
Still nigga (You feel me? Say let that thing blow)
Got enough money, I can get it by the bale, score, I need more to sell
Tryna buy land, need
weapon
Addicted to luxuries they have created
Then big Pharma just keep em sedated
Don’t judge a book by its cover
Might discover the next greatest author
Quiero ser cool, quiero alcanzar la glory
Que todos me vean
(My god, I'm so naughty)
Saca tu móvil y hazme una story
No seas tan lazy y mueve ese body
Mad Hot
Big Homie Got Da Cracc Spot
On Locc Like A Pad Locc
By Morning Poccets Not Fat
By Night Gotta Fat Knot
Knocc Knocc
Tryna Box Me In This Hot
to the trap (you should be proud of me)
This my letter to the trap
I know time flies by
I ain't shit in your eyes
I been fuckin' with this rap game, I
right mind
So I'm hopin' that I can get some
Dope in my system by night time
So to make a lil' cash
I might wipe me a windshield or pump gas
Or take your
bout?)
Scaling your friends and also your foes
What's the matter with you boy? (Ain't nothing wrong with me, mother...)
You big galoot (huh?), you
the Hennessy, to drown my, fuckin' pain
How could you leave me in this fuckin' pain
I ain't on the song, man, I'm trippin' hard
The story in the morning girl, I
girl on my jock
Now my story's kinda simple, so please take it simple
As I tell you a tale bout this big fat pimple
I was chillin on the ave, drinkin
know it's no big secret
But what can a poor boy do
Maybe I'm just tellin' stories
Sometimes it's hard to believe
That the things that you count on
They
of my life
Truth is, conversations make me anxious
Even if we're on a first name basis
Same story for the hundredth time and they roll their eyes
I
of my life
Truth is, conversations make me anxious
Even if we're on a first name basis
Same story for the hundredth time and they roll their eyes
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
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