Lyrics:
The average man, faster than the motherfuckin' teamsters union
We doin' dirt 'cause we gotta, five dolla a hour
Three kids and my motherfuckin' big mama
My
guts, rims big as a Samoalan
Jolly rancher colors on the whips we be rollin'
North Memphis, Dirty South, you know that I'm holdin'
The hood on the weight
you care
By how wet you are
Grab me by my face and make me fuck you hard
Then Let me turn the lights off
And Go my pace from slower to faster
We
a fuckin' nine
Soon as he ran his mouth, one tre pound seven to nine
Guess who's the odd man out
I guess we got something in common
I'm just a little more
just remember I'm the one that you can call, through it all.
Repeat:
Bridge
Holdin hands side by side together hey, you and I can concur whatever.
We
I just keep doing it, doing it, doing it right
While I’m staying inside
Holdin’ on, holdin’ on, holding on tight
‘Till the storm passes by
Still
Run up on me you gеt stretched n
Screaming Durkside in ya Jets n
Hop out, then we stretch ns gang Gang Gang
Movie, Viral, Ya mans died by the pokey
at events I booked, we turning up, you should slide thru
By high noon, it's a monsoon
New music on my iTunes
Never doing what them niggaz doing, I can only do
jury be VVSes
Kated by DTSes
Like Khalid shit we the best and
I tell em hoes I don't wanna talk
Just leave a message
Automatic stash boxes so they
Can
me...
But she not Omorasa
I'm ballin' like Sosa
Shout my brother Sosa
We tag team bitches...
Nigga word Kelly, and Rosa
I make sum mean mimosas
Keep
big Shizam jewels
[Raekwon]
Infrared shootin at niggas
We back execution niggas
Markin it mummy, he money, he fly bummy
Super wizzers, look like Luther
told ya
Yeah, I do it real big by a coat check
With no bling-bling around my neck, yup
Redman and Sermon, with two icons
Nigga, I got a gut, fuck pythons
make you drown, under this fuckin big ass cloud
That can't stop following me around, we both know you deserve the crown
Just wait till karma turns
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
they stayin act hard
That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
naw
Haters can't see us
Connect Gang we the G'est nigga
Countless calls and countless charges
Street niggas makin' blunts out of Cuban cigars
Big
went past, stitched up with the gauze
Gettin' drunk by the store, smokin' blunts with some more
Fraud ass niggas who like to front and big talk
Never
and forth, we ain't doin' no walkin'
I stand on my words, I ain't doin' no barkin'
Faded, I'm on that sizzurp
Then I'ma light my spliff up
I'm a big dog,
Now tell me, how did we get here|My mind is a blur |I was blinded by the moonlight|And a beautiful girl|We started out strangers, Is that what we
elements we that crew
Come vibe with us here's the tune
Just scream out loud and say
"I'm big time and raised with guns and everything" keep holdin' tight
boys flop.
Like it or not I'm the game and
I'm showin' up, keke got dat oil and we pourin' up,
Hit the club wit captain jack
And big Steve
(Chorus)
I don't want to go to county jail no more more more
Its a big fat policeman at my door door door
He'll snatch you by yo collar make you pay
a nigga still movin'
Then he holdin' it down
I had two Jags, but I lost both them bi-tches
I'm from NO the NO yeah!
We from a town where
(Georgia)
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