Lyrics:
the wall in Jericho
The ting blow like a transformer
The boy dem call me the transporter
Shotta Beat
Mask Up armed an heavy
No me doh move with machete
Are The World's Greatest Giant Heavy Equipment
Mining Underground Minerals
(Heave-Ho-Ho Heave-Ho-Ho)
Gigantic Size And Spinning Wheel
(I'm The Best Yes
of these
Teeth in yo mouth hoe
Because yo fucking rhyme schemes and simple metaphors are played out like SouthPole
And I know the sound equipment in this
full of jelly jars
And heavy equipment
We're in the basement...
10-20-30 million dollars
Ready to be spent
Walk into the bank, try to pass that trash
to the floor
Its a heavy piece of equipment
My bitches loyal
My bitches freaky
They hit my phone up
Just so they can be here with me
You gon catch me in
The Heavy Equipment
Digging Digging In The Ground Digging
Dig Dig With My Big Arms Dig
I Am A Chunky Chunky And A Chubby Man
Oh Yeah Oh Yeah Forklift
Pile
And that advance that you got, be my pocket money
Yeah, my transporter's cute but got a real flat chest
Put a brick in her bra, she a 36 F
You got diesel
the profit money
And that advance that you got, be my pocket money
Yeah my transporter's cute but got a real flat chest
Put a brick in her bra she a 36 F
Yo,
Food got me heavy,
Hopped out on my Bronson,
Boy I’m going Hardy pealed the Chally no oranges,
Summit White Forces,
These hoes far from regular,
it's been so long I'm borderline getting wet dreams
Those God dam hoes, won't give me their area codes, their area codes
My equipments dusty, chastity
Been in the trap for like 7 days
Cooking up work, that's heavy weight
Stirring the pot, let it marinate
Ima big gangsta, call me kevin gates
Bigger
halls and vaults
Well-prepared for all assaults
Heavy guarded village
Armed with the sharpest weapons designed to pierce and cause blood spillage
light like a blip (blip blip)
You know I don't sip on henny (huh)
Stupid bitch I let off heavy (huh)
Cruising downtown in my chevy (huh)
Baby and gravy
bitch I let off heavy (Huh)
Cruising downtown in my chevy (Huh)
Baby and gravy I'm ready (Huh)
My bitch she a blood
My bitch she a crip
Coming through
bitch I let off heavy (Huh)
Cruising downtown in my chevy (Huh)
Baby and gravy I’m ready (Huh)
My bitch she a blood
My bitch she a crip
Coming through
KC we say let's buss some heads, nigga
In French village, I went till they got the rent building
Got so heavy I no longer benched skrilla was
generation you can you can ask yourself this did what was everybody being in comic books when your life was British heavy metal big when you're alive because
fallen Off a brand new flow is formed
So many words in my
Vocabulary an it's plenty more
Heard y'all was moving Equipment heavy hidden up Under floors
take out my equipment
You better see the shit that I envision She on her knees, but not for no religion
I told her I'll fuck under one condition She
play 'round with 'migo, I go where they go
My concierge sent a Colombian load
My Jewish transporter gon' get it back home
Heavy surveillance, they
you play
That beautiful song you play
My band spaced on getting ready
All our equipment's really heavy
The van is waiting outside revving
This just
Bearing down to the brown land
Perhaps theoretically
Even so he couldn't imagine
What some of the equipment was designed to do
When the computer came
Thinkin' I'd go drink myself back home on the range
Shot down and sinking fast on Sunset Strip
Holding on to something in my head
Everything is heavy
levels bring new devils, never let it turn you devil
Call them plays so the team win, Coach K to my Blue Devils
They was transporters like Jason Statham
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