Lyrics:
sight to see
And he took them one by one and he drove them all away
In the mating of the day he was the king
Big blue had fifty wives and he sired
leaning on the fence
Tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Really is a prankster, tried to be a gangster
Real big wheel when a gun is in his
of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux Fontaineaux the place is buzzin'
Kin folk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style go hog wild
Double cup full of tha mud
Pistol grip all on the pump
223's fill his ass up
She got the bags and I got the gun
She got the bags and I got the gun
Striving for a distant future
Navigated by computers
Guns on standby all sharp shooters
Time to blast off hyper boosters
Striving for a distant
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou\
Thibodaux Fontaineaux the place is buzzin'
Kinfolks come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style
the
Missiles slow you down
Sup with BIG? Pass the microphone to you
So I can take a puff
Who throw gats to Guiliani?
Flows tighter than pigeon punani, try me
and spectator get low
Some bwoy coulda big like Bam Bam Bigelow
Bust off trigger finger, trigger hand and trigger toe
Ah two gun me have, me bust dem inna
of a gun we're gonna have big fun on the bayou
Fondaonknow, thiloboxa, the place is buzzing
Kinfolk come to see yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style go hog
do it dun
Murder muzik
Big Noyd, Big P
Get your gunz nigga
[Noyd]
Yo, you know who we be
The are-A double P, E-are
Niggaz fuck with this
can suck a dick
Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't
to sleep)
Hook
Real lyrics with real bars (real)
Real rappers not reality stars (real)
Substance not hoes, guns and cars (nah)
Real hip hop show me where you
is buzzin'
Kin'folks come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya,
this cash by the ton
I put some ice on my mom, yeah, bitch, I'm a son of a gun
Yeah, I shot hot as the sun, diamonds wet like I jumped out the pond
(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall
After all, all, all, all, all....)
[Christ Bearer]
When them guns go off, bitches hit
Gucci
Dro by the pound like I'm big Gucci
That shit don't excite me I'm Gucci
Bitch I think I might be Gucci
I got broads in Atlanta, no (No)
I got women
the entire glee club had died - no big
lossYou wouldn't believe what they brought to stopTear
gas, machine guns... even a chopper!
"Throw down your gun
better put that gun away
This ain't no niňos game
the toy can kill a man
especially if it's Johnny Big
who cheats on Lucy Babe.
Now blood is on her hands
She stepped off the bus out into the city streets
Just a small town girl with her whole life
Packed in a suitcase by her feet
But somehow
She stepped off the bus out into the city streets
Just a small town girl with her whole life
Packed in a suitcase by her feet
But somehow
automatics
Brrt, put the gun, brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey
Put a chop to his head like he special ed
Xan got a big .40 and I'll still put it down
The Worl, uh
My swag got me big lit (yeah), big Worl, on my big shit (yeah, 808 Mafia)
I get a brick on my face
I get a brick on my face
Come
by the dozen
Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh, my oh
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Settle down far from town get me a pirogue
fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by
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