Lyrics:
T-Series (Yeah)
It's your big day (Woo)
Incredible job
I know we had our differences
But today
I just wanna tell you
Ay congratulations, it's
a big o'l bed to fuck you and all of your friends
I'm finna finish in first never in last
We don't love keke we only love cash
I'm finna grind
I'm
of Felix Arvid Ulf Kjellberg
Through all the change and controversy you've been by my side
There's no army in the world I would rather give me watch time
and every night been trapping in and out the house
I came up in this fucking game real young I started with an ounce
Doubled back a couple times since then I
Yeah
Hey
Taylor bout to fucking flex
Yea yea
Little young nigga with the big racks, bro I got the rollie no tik-tok
Bro I got the rollie no tik-tok
Quazi
They trynna probably, find where his body at
If it ain't bout the posse, you out of pocket
I don't do lollygag
Only time for big checks, no
Aye
Let’s go
Aye
Let’s go
Big swerve
Damn
Let’s go
Huh
Big swerve
I swear it’s kind of crazy I came a long way with this shit
I ant stopping I’m
on the stand
But I love it when she call me by my rapper name
She say go head and get the money just don’t ever change
I got the volume to the max I’m riding in
stronger
Yeah, yeah
Listen, that child is going to be a pro athlete
We've been down and up
Big moves you can't slow the run
When you're down to nothing
I was in my head when I wrote this one
For real
I won't say goodbye
No no no no
Because I can feel you by
Even though you left us bro
I can still
T-Series! (Yeah!)
It's your big day! (Woo!)
Incredible job!
I know we had our differences
But today, I just wanna tell you
A congratulations,
Now let me see that ass
Shake it for a nigga
Make me wanna throw da cash
Real thick slim thick gone twerk sum
And by the end of the night i'm tryna
In the big city, people try to have some fun
In the big city, people try to find their love
You gotta turn the lights off, then you close the door
time and place
Entrepreneur this dust
Yeah
Big bag in a back pack
Bad bae be right back
No cap speak big facts
All lord no luck
As the messenger I must
lit
Overall - getting sick
By this motherfuckers talking shit
Dream BIG no one can you hold down
Never back down
Taking the crown
Always on top and not
By the time that all y'all hear this I will most likely have more
And I really did eight tours, headlined them all
Your contacts were bullshit, we
out by the sense of doubt
Don't look to me to shout treason I can find tile nation's pride
That the big wall tries to hide
Early frost a name is
tryna perfect your aim, ain't cha?
Hmm, you tryna get a big chain, ain't cha?
Hmm, with the medallions and the rings
Ain't cha?
Hmm, gon' get your Air
tryna perfect your aim, ain't cha?
Hmm, you tryna get a big chain, ain't cha?
Hmm, with the medallions and the rings
Ain't cha?
Hmm, gon' get your Air
friends wanna go, but she stayin'
(Yup, Sosa)
It's big Bs on my jeans (Damn‚ damn)
Heater in the back, get your ass steamed
(Bang, bang bang)
Pourin' up
honey
I forget about everything every time I get around you
Girl it's like I got a one track mind all I wanna do
Is stare into those big brown eyes
It's
waitin' for the pot to boil
Man, I can't wait to see your rock from orbit
Put my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight
Time for me to bring Brad
waitin' for the pot to boil
Man, I can't wait to see your rock from orbit
Put my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight
Time for me to bring Brad
get their money on
By makin you weak
Drowning in the sea of
Some big dose of now
No past no future
Let the young grow wild
Ain't gave em nuttin
Some
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