Big Beloved
David Raé Shawn
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Okay Huh, huh, huh, huh I said okay man, I'm on my way to make a play right now I need a half or maybe an ounce, and then I'm busting it down You running around, and running yo mouth I'm running my route, I'm in my mode like Keef And I ain't crying in the club with my bitch, I'm crying in my room with this wood And bro ain't crying in the club with his stick, he opp hunting all through the hood Look that's them, they problems, they shit I ain't with the "He say, she say" bitch I still cop that Reese's from the store, whenever I got the munchies I still watch cartoons and if she think I'm changing it, that bitch funny It's Big Beloved hoe, hmm Mosh World Militia and Beware the locals, I stay with my coven hoe, hmm Brodie he creeping with a lethal weapon, just like Danny Glover hoe, hmm I'm all in the cut with some bad-ass bitches, they come at ya jugular though I miss my bitch, but it ain't go my way, so I'm back to just loving these hoes And I'm back to just smoking a wood at the crib by myself, unless Zman come roll Feel like Offset we tagging ya toe Tag on ya hoe David you drunk ain't no tag on this bro David you tripping, just walk that shit off If these niggas is talking, we clapping them bro Niggas ain't safe, watch they ass get exposed I need money, I need ends She tryna f*ck me and my friends I just want twenty-nine to come spin a bend Again, and again and again Flow so dirty shit getting condemned Before she let me hit, need verbal consent And then I lay it down, just like some cement Aye, look I never miss, Curry I'm in the spot and the opps got them worried I got shit to do, she got to hurry Niggas ain't getting no pussy, they furies My cousin still selling and whipping them turkies My Nola shawty always ask for a Birkin I ain't said no, but I'm constantly working The man with the plan, and I'm constantly hurting Just light up a wood and I'm a different person Dretti scaring me with all of this swerving No Subway I'm swag surfing Big Texas, know you heard it I'm from the west where them bullets emerging Bro keep a tactical drum If you play with us, then he having some fun I know niggas really up in them trenches, and I know niggas who grew up in the slums I know niggas really toting them glicks, and I know niggas who just do it for fun I know niggas that just do it for funds I know bitches who just like throwing ass I know bitches who just do it for money, and I know bitches who just really be sad I know niggas really up in them trenches I know niggas dead, and got a life sentence I know bitches who got kids, and the father ain't shit But they hustling, some out here stripping Ion knock you shawty, go get ya paper Ion knock you brother, f*ck all the haters I'm on my grind like Tony, a skater Real country nigga, like I'm Tow Mater He on that Fu shit, then we going to fade him Choking his bitch with the force like Vader
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