Lyrics:
in the falling rain
Don't throw out hour trash you're no hour this not the place
To slap a biker hell no you dead in the face
It not a race it
on
But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on
Satisfied with nothing, you don't know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
Paper
around. She in love, I’m just trynna fuck.
Yeah that’s my baby, you done caught me with her Sunday.
Beat the pussy up, straight fades no gunplay.
Tammy
summer
And you don't do it for the man, men never notice
You just do it for yourself, you the fucking coldest
Intelligent too, ooh you're my sweetheart
Ayo Mase, you know what I don't like?
(Why you over there lookin' at me?)
I don't like when, you know, I'm in a club
(Why you over there
Ayo Mase, you know what I don't like?
(Why you over there lookin' at me?)
I don't like when, you know, I'm in a club
(Why you over there
past
But I'm smashing on the gas
Get it out the bag for a bag Double whammy
Get it for my granny
And shout momma Tammy
Imma fukk it up
I don't even need
Throw something up fools
It’s all about the money you gotta know this
Word
Probly backin' up at motorway
Old hoopty but we just put the motor in
You don't know the half of it
Don't Know the half of it
You don't know the half of it
Don't Know the half of it
You don't know the half of it
Don't
She don't know money so she callin' you rich
You ain't got game so you fall for the shit
Spend it all in this bitch 'til it's gone and she split
Now
Or someday will we?
Will we?
And if you don't know by now,
The truth of what I'm tellin' you,
Then, surely I have failed somehow
And Jesus will think
stupid, but, they ain't idiots
It's scary, trap insidious
How you expect us to know how to love? You know?
I can't teach no one how to hustle, some man
the gym step on the scales stare at the number
You say you dropping 10 pounds preparing for summer
And you don't do it for the man, men never notice
You
the gym step on the scales stare at the number
You say you dropping 10 pounds preparing for summer
And you don't do it for the man, men never notice
You
everybody dyin', no lying
So don't you get suspicious
I'm Big Dangerous you're just a little vicious
As I leave my competition, respirator style
Climb
instability
I don't know what you gotta do or what you have to lose to walk by faith
I don't why you do what you do to run away from love into the arms of hate
But if it’s fuck everybody
Your foes grow faster than you
It’s facts you know it’s true
Don’t say sure and yes I do
You look for approval by fucking
everybody dyin', no lying
So don't you get suspicious
I'm Big Dangerous you're just a little vicious
As I leave my competition, respirator style
Climb
belong
That's why I smoke and drink until my mind is gone
I'm tired of these motherfucking liars
That I ain't gonna let it slide
We all know that you be
a tissue, stop your blood clot cryin
The kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lyin
So don't you get suspicious
I'm Big Dangerous you're just a Lil Vicious
As I
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
suck it full-ly
Ima swing set (Uh)
Cause i'm pushy (Hood)
He don't know im that nigga he a rook-ie
Say what you want he ain't bout it
He said that he
don't know now you know
My flow you pick like an afro
Wet like Soul Glo
Uh, you don't stop
Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs
Smoking spliffs
don't know man, it's a hell of a job, man
To be a rapper, MC, whatever you want to call it, man
We got a lot to deal with, family members
We gotta
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