Lyrics:
Bigger
By: Luvinnia Flowers
Bitch if you got small dreams
chyeah
chyeah chyeah
chyeah chyea
chyeah
You need ta think bigger
Gotta turn yo
or West
Third Coast is by far the best
Gotch ya covered, all on track
Afta' Third Coast ya'll never go back
Sauce is simmerin' oh so smooth
Gettin' in that
I waste opportunity
Pass me by cause I be in adversity
I don't know why you're bein so nice to me
Got no money, so what could you get from me
Clarify
czas,
Fuck them opps, double guap, calm as buddha
Ciężko pracuje, by mieć legacy jak Weezy Baby,
Za Twoją zwrotę mogę dać Ci tylko 50 baby,
I tak
And ion know you bout you but we got shit locked up on this end
Stack the baccends and watch quickly you be winnin
We sinnin
We young and we thuggin we give
just told me
That she wanna have my baby
I knew her from the past
She know me now cause I'm famous
Got so many whips
Turn my yard into a parkin lot
I
2 Dimez - Yung Dolo SAB
She got a$$ like a bus
When she walked through the whole club on hush(on hush)
Yeah, She could be ya everyday crush
Got niggas comin home at night like you son of bitch
Nigga done took me off yeah you shook and soft
You can't blink around no crook
One look you lost
you fake by the look in your eyes(no surprise)
Soft like a bag of fries from five guys(soft ass)
Yeah(wut)- you heard what I said(ya heard)- my words
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
One part is what I've learned another part's inherited
Another problem is overpopulation
Too many kids and not enough occupations
We got no
à Mars
I can't see a thing, but I can hear a mouse piss on cotton
My style is rotten, spoiled by vets who protect they necks
Do the knowledge
and came back to
The crib like ta da
Paranoid, watching every whip that
Really ride by
Catch a couple slugs reaching for
A chain, don't do that, silly
Please
be hating
I don’t understand love what’s the meaning
I don’t understand love what’s the meaning
I don’t understand love what’s the meaning (yeah)
don't pretend to be
So don't hate on me
Snitching to the cops
Cuz you wanted to get rid of me
Talk-Talk-Talking 'bout you murder me
homie I know you
I be in it to win it, whipping and whipping
I live in the kitchen, I hang by the stove
Eat with my fingers, I don't need utensils
I eat with my
wine tapper but nkan paine ta mi
O se she no like a player but she say she like the baller
I no be Otedola but you know I spray the Dollar
If na juju you
Encore un dimanche pluvieux. Putain d’octobre.
Le genre de vibe hideuse.
Qui t’donne envie d’retourner dans le ventre de ta rom
Y fumer un bong,
think
To be true in a world like this, in a world like this, then
Johnny, he cried, he claimed
There's got to be another day for this and for me
So I'll
by hydropower
Deflower ya lil sister, tell ya mom's I miss her
Like Jack Rizzo a rip ya
Meet me under the lights, Finless Brown believe the hype
We
she want me
free all my niggas they all going dummy
ain't in the mix but I still got my ties
stay by myself or I plot with the guys
said she dont
First I hate ya
Wouldn’t date ya
Wanna mate ya
Avoid ya
Can’t relate ta
Mixed emotions
Devotions
Coasting
Brag and boasting
Tequila toasting
professor Doe, I'm professional
And they keep wondering if time is effort? No
I got selected hoes but I'm depressive though
Can't always get high
‘cause
a Friday
Yeah I’m lit I’m sideways
Man I’m doing my eye thing
Yeah bitch yeah I’m grinding
I got enemies
They befriending me
They be envy me
Man I’m
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