Lyrics:
boys now
You can drape yourself in Cartier
Oh, yeah
Your account gets fatter day by day
So the tabloids say
You're jazzin' with the big
early sunday morning it was a big ganja smuggling
Ina de mud me a pick kali bud an me a load dem down in off the top
One by one, load up de van, all
came here to relax but if it gets mad
Mek a young boy take man's tings
Try tell me I'm way too big to rebel?
Nah, man, you're never too big to rebel
and a 100 gallon keg of beer and
Haggard dropped by and brought Willie with him
And they started takin' requests
Well don't get me wrong boys this is
Bimbo
Does your mommie know, that your going down the road to see a little girlie-o
Bimbo, is a little boy, who's got million friends
and every time
Listen, big boy
Now that you got me made
Goodness, but I'm afraid
Somethin's gonna happen to you!
Listen, big boy
You gotta be hooked, and how
g-string
Put my hand into hellfire
I did it all to make you love me
And to feel alive
Oh, that's just the world that we're living in
The old boys hold
enough hoes for niggaz
Never did I
Get the big head or lie
And say I'm the mayne
I just said I'm workin' with change
And doin my thang
I can't help I don't
If you see a faded sign by the side of the road that says
15 miles to the, Love Shack! Love Shack yeah
I'm headin' down the Atlanta highway, lookin'
clips, chrome lips, see the big gold
I'm a duffle bag boy like I move coke
Big crack through the music so the flow dope
I keep my money over bitches til
She came through the front door lookin' fast as a big train
Bookin' down the line
And she was lookin' fine
Long and lean and dressed to kill
she tell me
(Boy you got me)
I don't care for size four
I just want a size more
Big ol' J-Lo booty, what a wedding, good, she sized or
Bring it up
I be big boy is not by bears or weight
Hope your account self cary some weight
I no de like talk with no evidence
Yes you dor see milli but no
We got a case boys, she's a dish
A real kisser and deadly
Carrying heat, both kinds
Fahrenheit and Smith & Wesson
From a confidential hideaway
Livin' in the city
Ain't never been my idea of gettin' it on
But the job demands that you make new plans
Before your big chance is gone
You get
"Please pass the Backwood" (what?)
Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back
What he say 'bout Guwop, stop the track, shit, run it back
Big bro was
I still remember writing words down
Tryna get 'em all out of my mouth
Big boy, you a big boy now
Big boy, you a big boy now
Don't pout 'round me
I had a friend was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like a fool boy
Saw him the other
lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell
Go go
fine
A big light flashed across the sky
But somethin' else went slippin' by
Meanwhile at the Pentagon
The brass was a wonderin' what went wrong.
a Bentley or a Lexus just my boys in the squadder
Nigga talk reckless then I hit 'em with the Smif 'n...
But I'm never snitchin' I'm a rider
If my kids
saw it)
Tough game, I saw plenty fall from it
Times change and you can't ignore it boy
Lifestyle audit (Big time)
Got a new bitch she gorgeous (Big
got a big, let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup (uh)
Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym
hate a phony bitch that front that chum chummy
I'm me top shotta' drop the top toppa'
Big fat pussy with a icy watch
I am your leader, yes I am your
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