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take you on another round

Told her save my number under "Big Dipper"
Got her wishin' on a star
Save my number under "Big Tipper"
Got her blowin'

unless it’s made by the Swiss
This a thousand dollar cup so you can’t take a sip
If you really bout it bout it we can both get rich
Running up ten bands

Call me
Call me
Call me

Catch me in the coolest discotheque
Drinkin' with crippled vets
Pretendin' to be an architect
Depressed narcissist
Smackin'

the ocean tides
Up at night just thinkin bout my hopeless life
Thinkin that I wanna hold you tight
Only just to go inside
Hoping that it all just goes

you
I can tell by the way you carry
You know them hoes
Can't fuck with you
When these bitches send heart eyes
I don't respond
I just pray
When they in

to a corvette I was coppin keys
Get a video shoot in LA, I'm bout to fly to the east

Feds low key watchin me, we playin hide and seek
Still got a switch with

(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Big boy trucks in the driveway (my driveway) 
We outside with it (we outside)
Reachin' for my Richard, you gon' die with it

can't resolve
Man these feelings I got for you
I can't go and brush off
Drinkin' liquor by the ocean
Baby I'm drownin' in your potion
I can't leave you

by myself like I'm Odell
And you know a young nigga don't play I keep that big stick tool with shells
My choppa eating well
And it's singing like Adele

Ask about me and they’ll say
That I’m a grinder
Young flashy rich n a with me you’ll find a
– team full of hitters ball heavy weights
I can break

it
I'm kinda like a big kid yeah

Excuse me, excuse my mood my nigga, yeah
Excuse my mood baby, yeah
Excuse my mood baby

Now, we told you all a year

Oooowwwweeeeeee
Drip You unsplash me
Heeeeeyyyyyyyyy
Real baller shit

Big Shot Riding roun 
The city wit a big glock
Hopping out the Benz wit a big

Shake Ya Ass

Mystikal

Hip Hop: The Collection, Vol. 3

2005

better, you dead wrong
So if you talkin 'bout the niggas make noise when you pass by
Get your fine ass on the floor, girl, this your fuckin' song
Do your

All my whole life I was tryna be big
Staying up all night thinking how to get rich
I do it for my fam and I do it for my clique
I'm thinking bout

Told my bros I ain't worried bout no loss
I'm all in 
I did it on my own
Failure after failure then it came along
Big dawg I be all about my zone

If you

knock the truth if you open your mouth
Judge a book by it's cover, was hard made it soft
Infinity vision for competition, spin a bang on ceilin'

passin' you by,
Like shit happenin' every day out there that you don't know 'bout
Everytime you call home your baby momma show out,
And your partners don't

you left me
On the top of all that wasn't even mine
When and got paternity tested damn

Wait hold up is that you
With them big old thighs after

checklist, stupid
I just put a X on my ex-bitch, stupid
I'm the type to take by the necklace, stupid
Made it off the block like Tetris

Man, you niggas

them sickka then callara,badbull annuh fallara,man well firm and tallawah,kim love big banana,man fi rich drive Lamborghini'porche and jaguar,mmmm'gal

I'm with bloods confused by the yardies
Invest in myself
Cause I got to eat just leave it to Z
Back in the mix
I got em begging like please what do you

Momma said you need to grow up
You ain’t never show emotion boy you bout to blow up
Give a brotha time and it was like sure nough
Steady working

Hunnid round got a big boom bout to wake em' up
Bad bitch got big boobs imma shake em' up
Ass fat, big booty boutta cake it up
Tap that give me oogie

you how to get lit and don't blow it (uh)
'Cause when you really start gettin' rich, ain't gotta show it (it's right)
Lifestyle golden, my nigga, now