Lyrics:
Lil bro so slimey I think he the sickest
Ass so big made me think it's the biggest
We pick a spot for his body then dig it
Lotta bad times but I'm
everyday, don't want no smoke with us
Bro, nigga, ain't even got pole, we don't go with it
Got nobody, you ain't got nobody, you ain't smoke niggas
Big dog,
I make big money
I drive big cars
Everybody know me
It's like I'm a movie star
But late at night something ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by
I make big money
I drive big cars
Everybody know me
It's like I'm a movie star
But late at night something ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by
And you let 'em know the safe code
And you knew him for a month though
But you call them niggas big bro
You could move in the Hidden Hills
And we still
touchdown
Hope I don't hit the ground
Trying not to speed-Up,
So we could enjoy the views while we're just...
Yeah,
Cruisin down the highway
While you're by
yeah, uh
Run up on me get yo wig snatched, yeah
If we take some shit can't get yo shit back
I make money it's way too damn easy I just sit back, uh
what I'm talking about
(oh no oh no oh shii !)
clways kept your head up
Big homie, don't live by the street,
We just adapt to the code, is easy
that I say, boy I’m tryna get paid
We don’t need help putting food on our plate
When I make it big and there’s money to waste
A beach house in Miami,
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
stores and dope spots
You might find it, it's goin' down
2006 is gonna be a fool (2006)
We got the brand new album by Project Pat (yeah)
A brand new
They Look Nauseous (They Sick)
Young Niggas We Pulling Up, In Them Porsches
This Shit Is More Than Just Big, It's Enormous
Shit More Than Just Big
Song Title: Rays On
Written By: Moose
Produced By: Beats By Jude
Hook1x: I got mah rays on,and im feelen right/
You know we doing this shit like
Yea, I prayed for a blessing, it hit, got a double
Ain't never lacking, God flexing His muscle
No big body Benz, we just moving real subtle
Got
Strip club poppin'
Got them bi***es watching
Ni**a jocking
Flex big diamonds
You don't want no problems
I ain't in the comments
I'm just trynna have
money, gamble the shit
Trey pounds of Mauseburgs, handle the shit
Got too big for the city, cops brought in the feds
So we moved across the map
talkin', on the mic, to each other
Giving life mane
Some bumpin', some serious, done crackin', fuck it dawg
We still rappin' mane
IBM, computer, cool edit,
joys will never end
I'll fly away, here we go
I'll fly away, oh glory
I'll fly away in the morning
When I die Hallelujah, by and by
I'll fly away,
joys will never end
I'll fly away, here we go
I'll fly away, oh glory
I'll fly away in the morning
When I die Hallelujah, by and by
I'll fly away,
We are building a religion
We are building it bigger
We are widening the corridors
And adding more lanes
We are building a religion
A limited
of poetry
I've been a driver for drug deals, chauffeur to strip clubs, gamblers at the casino who had won big, and some who'd Lost it all
I've been
Smokin' gas by the onion, ridin' on a new wave
This a new wave, been on it for two days
Bust a jug, hit the highway on a Tuesday
Call Big Jim, put some
the weekend
Remy XO got me vibing
All my real partners and some baddies end up sliding
I call Jeff said I need something by the case
He sent Jack now we
Stay dip, cute bitch out in Delaware, moving our bricks
So hard, stupid big stones from Miss Stella ear
She just turn 35, we in the spot on Martin
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