Lyrics:
be in the trenches
Pourin' syrup with the real ones
I'm a livin' legend, that's a big one
(That's a big one)
I pay cash for all my cars
Man, that card,
be said in American headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled
And got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
the g's
'N' taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese
You got rich 'n' g shits still a part of you
'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do
You
a little rap thing I want to breeze through
[Shane]
So may I release you?
[Kane]
Oh oh, please do
[Shane]
So Big Daddy, my ace, my brother
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
**** havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it
I'm in the Porche, no passenger
Feelin' like a filthy rich **** ****
See, didn't
like, "Big stacks, big stacks", lil' YoungBoy and I'm rich now
All them gunners trail me 'round, while I'm ridin' through the town
Man, tell that
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
a boss or a worker, you big pimpin'
All by yourself and ain't got no women
Analyze the game, please tell me why the pimpin' won't die
As long as these
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
nigga that's my type
Eight-inch big, ooh, that's good pipe
Bad bitch, I'ma ride the dick all night
Rich nigga, eight-figure, that's my type
That's my
told you not to call me here!
This better be some good shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got a big one, it's going down tonight
But it's gonna cost you two
daddy.
Baby now baby understand.
Jimmy looks good but he's a half a man.
Roy looks cool but he's oh so cold.
And then a big old junker gonna wreck
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
"Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots"
"Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots"
God damn, another fuckin' payback with a twist
Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor
Minute man, Big Red can outlast ya
Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya
When I come out, you won't even matt-ah (oh)
car
Plenty of hoes, big mansion
Please don't get amazed by all these diamonds, get you a plain jane
Baby, your love like cocaine, tell 'em I want
40K, now she act different (let's go)
And her ass different, look, my cash different
I'm gettin' money on purpose, you got it by accident (that's
about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch no flamingos
And I've done everything but trust these hoes, C.B. fuck wit' me!
When I rich nigga want you
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
hand
A little, Beatlemania when I can
And I've got two big bags of old Japan
Ring side and blow-by-blow
Another, main event at the old rainbow
to the rest of my life
Give me a cowgirl
With a strong heart,
A soft touch in my arms.
A big love, for one man,
That gives all that she can.
Blue jeans,
taboo
Get your ass beat by Erykah Badu
Cause you wanna steal this good music
Put me out of business, now you lose it
[Chorus]
Tomorrow, don't you
and tweaking (lay it down)
Bentley two-seater (Bentley)
Somebody call up Lil Big
Young spider done ran out the reefer
Spider got too rich to see you (yeah,
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