Lyrics:
I got my young nigga rich in 6 months
Play with me, get your shit bust (no cap)
I'm on the tour bus getting my dick sucked
By a bitch with a big
Got A Army With Me Big Poles Big K’s
A Whole Lot Done Changed Since The First Tape
B***h I’m A Daddy Now I Gotta’ Make It Happen
That’s Why My Head
wanted to be when I grew up
You know what I'm saying, and that's it for us
I was a big old white boy from
Tennessee that wanted to be a rap star
And that
a natural born loser, don't you understand
That's why you're born to sing in a rock n roll band
Born to feel the pain and write sad songs
With losers like
questions, I'm Cobain, I ain't in it
The way that Vezzo drive his Wraith, could tell he ain't rent it
We gon' hit them boys (baow-baow)
Hunnid hangin' out
far back, boy shottas, man, he had the 6 pack
And I'm back with the tribe on a quest to go harder
So hard, you gon' think I'm all 3 Carters
Why
you “hohoho”
On the toilet, I'm worshiping
That's why I'm called the blumpkin king!
Now piss it out or it might sting
How do I look in my g-string?
rock with me
Swang and bang I'm back in the game, come on y'all drop
Tops with me
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
when you disrespect me boy that's when your ass a get it
Cause I'm a little nigga and I got big balls I carry big guns cause I'm a big dog
I keep my
another way
Gotta run it up
Don't know why they hate
Time to celebrate
I been getting cake
Gotta run it up
I don't need a bank
Need a house by the lake
don't stop
A-rock the rhythm that makes your finger pop
I said, "Ah, hip-hop, ah thanks a lot"
Ah, c'mon everybody gimme whatcha got
I'm gonna tell
don't stop
A-rock the rhythm that makes your finger pop
I said, "Ah, hip-hop, ah thanks a lot"
Ah, c'mon everybody gimme whatcha got
I'm gonna tell
there for you
Nothin' but love
Hit-boy on the boards
Your man, the maestro himself, Mr Jones
It's just natural like
That's what it gotta be
Shout
to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
many meanings
cttracted a bold new kind of feeling
Is this boy a real human being?
I don't know
Found an old lonesome cold lover
cbused and accused by
Big double M long live Dave, long live Glock, big double M
I'm on the block with the switch on me I pop me a perc that's ya big Jolie
Try to rob me,
homies a Whether be
Fred Dogg S P double E D why cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe be
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
of my killers be seeing opps
Really don't play with that boy
I'm thinking on buying ya trap spot
This chess I play on my board
Drove in a Porsche
Ride out
A notorious team the sky's the limit
Get it I'm Big by myself
Got ambitious like Pac
I don't want to stop
That's why I keep pushing the clock
You ready or not
“Boy you right”
When life get too hard I go vent to a mic
Shoutout zeke you’ll be free by the time this release
If you not they you know that I’m sending
They drop that dot and that ain't high
Stop all that cappin', y'all not slime I'm big-ass, can't tell them fucks lyin
Oh, he's double B's We gon' spit
Yeah you know pretty lil raw bitch
That's me
Bitches talkin big shit
Why you lookin at me
Break a nigga down
In a day
Not in a week by
Need
Stack and I keep that piling
Anyway it goes
I will never fold
I live by the code
Told them that Im coming
Coming for that payback
You about little money I
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