Lyrics:
Lui kang
New kicks
Big stepper
Iced out
M dub
Big letters
Nigga going reach
And a nigga going
Meet the lord
Gave her a piece
And now she a fein
For
turn it filthy
Big chain, big Rollie, I'm so filthy
All the opps look like bums
But they ain't filthy
Br-Br-Brand new glizzy but it's filthy
Pour a four
built this life big enough to include you honey
Written and performed by Preston Kolb and Billy Evans
post up round street
By now it’s all obvious to me
Been round places, regular basis
No matter what won’t leave
Yeah me I might get new places, get big
on the cruise
I'm Sorry that you had to hear the news
I'm a big boy, you know that I'm going far
Ima fly right by on a shooting star
Ima go off, and I'm hittin
on me I can't even tell that's my baby I'm too big to fail
That's my baby I had to prevail and I did it with out Any help Yeah
I did it man all by
we're gonna grab some
Lovin' huggin' cuddlin' up and rendezvous
'Cause I'm in love with you
Big time
A little music, a sip of champagne
By
spiked out, I can trip a referee,
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from…
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
Theres
Y'all know what the fuck going on
Free lavish
I got designer some ice and some new slugs that's cause I got me a new plug
Just got some margiela some
love me I'm Big Poppa
My OG told me this new era he can't stand it
He's a hustler used to live by those crack commandments
Upstanding these days he
park it
By the bar so they can meet the vic with deep pockets
And them dudes buy them cars and turn 'em in to sweet objects of desire
Big rims
park it
By the bar so they can meet the vic with deep pockets
And them dudes buy them cars and turn 'em in to sweet objects of desire
Big rims
drippin
Big boys sippin
Brand new foreign
We Big Boy whippin
We ball no slippin
Spend it all no limits
If you broke you trippin
You broke and we livin nigga
sloppy
Followed by two big Chevrolets and I
Keep big sticks in the Masi'
75K for this new drip, hope you don't slip
Tell 'em be cautious wah ah ah ah ah ah
the ride yeah
Now she call my phone but I'm out for the
Big stepper
New age rapper
Come to me with any complication we'll snap ya
Ratatatatatatata
Niggas
officer, bounce if you want
Pen on the page, things I've seen
Give a big smile, ha ha ha
Take U-turn B.R.B
Baby baby, B.I.G
Give a big smile, love must stay
"It's Mr N on that track"
yea,
(Chorus)
Rrrrrraaaaa..
No Games, No Games
The time to turn to a new page
Gotta move forward from the old days
Yah,
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
by what I see
Looks like I'm gonna stay here
I like where I am
I'll start life from the beginning
To the end
Welcome to the big city
Show me the way
the power, I was singing grunge rock (By the shore, in the grocery stores)
Trying to fuck a fiend from a big bad flock
I possessed the power, I was singing
Big fat waps had us moving back
See money i ain't new to that
I was the yute by the bookey flats
Yo
I whip up with mineral water
Tell the cats i got
capping niggas big flop (Big flop)
Big jocking yae (Big jocking yae)
Spilling all this sauce a nigga drip dropping yae
Ice all on my body and my wrist
good luck
Check out my neck and my wrist got a new look
That hoe choosing on me like she seen a new book
The next couple thousand i get cop a new truck
We send them big trucks way up in the air
And snatch up big booty Bettys by the pair
My boys and dem boys really don't compare
Country boy, city
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