OFF THE PORCH
Big Cedo
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At 12 I was cool young nigga When I jumped off the porch Nigga I raised hell I have no clothes back then But right now havin some drip Like a mother fucking Well These niggas they cotton Pillow marshmallow I'm too concrete Bitch I'm to shell We got the gas for the low But the za for high 93 unleaded My trap house gas station just like Shell Give me yo rules And you Know imma rebel I ain asking For Shìt Lil homie Imma just get this shit all by myself Ain no more basketball I don't think my family believe in the Rap shit Until I unwrap them checks that's Come through the mail Even if you death Imma force you to hear this music This pain in my soul Imma turn it wealth Swift rest easy yea We both fly to Death This ain no fraternity But If you my nigga And if there is some pressure Best believe Big cedo gone step We got glocks and 9s Aks and MPs Aummunition Hollow points Bitch And 223s Strip a rap nigga Make em beg please These niggas small real petite I'm 6,9 bih 215 F*ck around beat one of you niggas to sleep Better have yo motherfuckin heat for me Still get a face shot nigga r.I.p Now yo mama she really can't sleep Now Young cedo Be havin bad Dreams I'm back on the road I step on shit Bitch you know how it go My Yung niggas on go No dictionary I give them the word If I say so I f*ck with some bloods But I really love crips No I don't bang I heavy affiliated Make a phone call Get shot in yo lip... Fa Fa Pow bust at yo lip My nigga Kargo battle his own Demons I got his back for many reasons Got in field and we beat up some niggas I ain even gone to talk abt pullin Triggers Carry a tommy We stackin hilfigures We hustle daily You lousy nigga Imma dog when it come to these hoes Bitch I'm back like I'm Derrick rose Im going 30 miles per hour on the high way Cause I just poured up four (Oh) Cause young nigga Just Stressing over a hoe F*ck love I'm really on loyalty for sho And if there's some pressure I'll pop at you air ballon and that's for Sho You know I'm on go My niggas on go I'm psycho mode I go zombie mode At 12 I was cool young nigga When I jumped off the porch Nigga I raised hell I have no clothes back then But right now havin some drip Like a mother fucking Well These niggas they cotton Pillow marshmallow I'm too concrete Bitch I'm to shell We got the gas for the low But the za for high 93 unleaded My trap house gas station just like Shell Give me yo rules And you Know imma rebel I ain asking For Shìt Lil homie Imma just get this shit all by myself Yeah (I swea no Kizzy) Yea Imma just get this shit all by self The pain in my soul Imma turn it to wealth Swift rest easy Yea we both fly to death Long live Swift
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Written by: CHARLES WILLIAMS, NA NA
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