Lyrics:
I walk alone
With this weight I carry
I see
People's big themselves up
To who they want be
I know
I ain't gotta hype this up
Im Ready to go
shake ya boat.
Take ya toast, this rap shit I make the oath
To get cake, or estates by the lake or boat
Bad hoes, (??)
See the snake, (??) leave faith
yeah
Feel the warm breeze
Cool by ? ? ?
Seen my good friend
Seen my good friend
So, so
In the afternoon
And we take us for your city ? ? ?
Lookin' for
your friend
Diaz he droppin an album again
This a intro
You an old head, you a flintstone
Got a new rock, it's a big stone
It shine bright, like
tail
The closest thing to heaven, is the great big Cadillac
The city lights of Houston, or the fiery gates of hell
They nabbed me on the hill that
motherfuckin' city up
And nigga that's real comin' from the south
You wack ass rappers watch your motherfuckin' mouth
Preachin' that positive bullshit that you
vibrations
Gotta it on lock for the whole duration
(woahhh)
By the bar
Are lighting something up in the car?
Vip you a star
Big money you don't care what they
bitch"-
I'm like I'm fuckin her right now
[Chorus]
Got ya bitch tip-toein' on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big bodies I got
It's a hundred degrees outside tonight
But through the canyon it snows
Your legs will taken by the heat on the street
While your nose it dribbles
racks a show
And I ain't drop shit
I ain't gotta check in in your city, boy
I'm locked in
My lil' nigga said fuck a chain
He want a chopstick
My lil'
of a kind sensation
And there's a scrambled sun in the tangled sky
And the moon couldn't be any brighter
And as the slam big city goes rocketing by
bitch"-
I'm like I'm fuckin her right now
[Chorus]
Got ya bitch tip-toein' on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big bodies I got
k By Thug Demand
Get the ringtone
Share
Comments
Print
Correct
(Chorus)
Im riding hard in the donk/
Lookin big in
albums that click more than little drugs
Infamous, 'cause, or if you a blood
You goin' need that bandanna for your head, you go at us
No shit our songs
Let us hope it's the end
Of this Banana Republic
With their bullshit on Brexit And their trickle down lies
The rich just get richer
The poor will get
w yo bitch call me Jackie
How much is she lovin big rich?
Nigga badly
She want me stop treatin her badly
got my heart broke I'm not goin out sadly
[proof]
Niggas bite what they can't be
The rich throw what they can't eat
Niggas you ain't sweet
Coughin and gaggin
Often i'm braggin
Got a big
and plantain
In the mountain you haffi stay alive
And then you haffi work hard to survive
By the sweat of your brow you shall eat bread
And if you don't survive
we do the walk-by (yee)
On your new picture, we archive (uh)
If we cross paths, leave you cross-eyed
Had to slap a bitch, she chose the wrong side
By a bug-eyed freaky dirtbag
Then some dude was stackin' dead
Ape shit
Those stinkin' damned and dirty pet slaves
Taking over every city
Makin'
nightmare
I may not look like Beaver, but you don't either
I bought a big house for the breather
Even in the suburbs, cops are my enemy
And all the rich
Victory's our game
Every day's the same
[Verse 3]
Street style fresh no stress
90s vibe we the best
Big city lights confess
Rich life nothing less
[Verse 4]
probably go to jail
Shoot at your identity and bounce to the left
Flag in my city
Everybody's screaming "Compton!"
Probably run for Mayor when I'm done
To be
Wandering in the streets of New York City
With no place to call your own
You and your kid nowhere to go
No future in store, got no home!
Living, in
Discuss these by your city album big and rich Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In