Lyrics:
pussy in the air
You gon' have my whole squad like Bo
She the best
My pretty brown ting with a round ting
Your arse looking like it need a pounding
I'll
me what I feel now, nada
Bout to get my fucking guap up
Look who they calling big poppa
Straight from Brooklyn like Chris Wallace
They told me more
and deciding they're fawns
Skinned clean by repetition, you hate this part
Goddamn, you're a big believer in that applause light praise
With mastodon
the past will get witcha
Five on five, nobody picked ya
Ain't no 'next', you out the picture
Brown baggin' liquor you and her bicker
Life crawling by
And pop it hard as she can; got me hard in da pants
Because she in all her stance
Doing her muthafuckin' dance, man
Look, lil' body, cute in da face
She
And pop it hard as she can; got me hard in da pants
Because she in all her stance
Doing her muthafuckin' dance, man
Look, lil' body, cute in da face
She
Yeah this is no pressure
When they talk about a kid I'm a bitch getter
Yeah two steps at once I'm a big stepper
When you walking through my room keep
These cities and all of these hundreds and fifties
Came in ballin', they call us the big three
Known for steppin' on shit like a nigga with big feet
for a week
My girls trippin' and we gettin' searched by the heat
On top of that my merks guy rips this blind
Worst part I thought I was a pack
man
So proud.
Mama's gone crazy 'cause her baby's shot down
By some teenage car chase war out of bounds
It was the wrong place wrong time wrong end
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
(I'm afraid you're carrying some large metal objects)
Feel this, Big Pysch, let me tell you how we livin yo
(JuJu)
I know
(what up?)
Mama told me not to grow up fast, I ain't wanna hear it (man, I don't wanna hear it)
Got a team of bad bitches (uh-huh), when they pass, get
Cheerio ship-flip like Rey Mysterio
Me laid up with big money be the scenario
Out the watch flew a canary, it's cuckoo
Let my man who just came home
Throw
the fold out covers
And the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my pride, no
[Gun shots followed by screaming]
[Proof:]
Pow-pow! Straight off the corral
Now, the dirtiest street vet from the mile
Is vexed without the techs
drugs
I bought 'em from the Ice Cream Man
(in '98, posted up, posted up)
he's my neighborhood thug
I know I need to stop, but
I say no
(slang crack)
cuz
laughing at our big affairs
eating asian pears as we’re overrun by grizzly bears
a man is sitting on a porch with a can of beer
longing for a time when
don't trust 'em
Snitches, don't want 'em in my shit
We in a tunnel, buyin' mo' by the bundle
You know when we come through, get it right
But dead? right,
a sad state of affairs
They're making us scared to even set foot outside our own houses
And now it's like every place I look I see
Propaganda from
hard to enter rap just passin' by
XK8, it's all good, the next they hate
Was never the type of nigga that flexed his weight
See, frontin just ain't my
in my work..
You might say I'm keeping it surreal but.. I'd rather you didn't.
Fact is. I sleep a lot. It's as simple as that.
I like sleepin' man
a winner but man you're just a sinner now
You put your left foot out keep it all in place
Work your way right into my case
First you try to bed me you
too turnt
Kick her to the side like a goddamn punt
Kick her out my life
On my james brown shit
Cause i'm feeling so good
About the big payback
let
mister Brown
Finesse your sister now, Xannies in my pitcher now
Big waves on the richter, grammies in the picture now
Booty like Ms. Chaisson
Popping like
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