Lyrics:
big booties on our hoes
(Got diamonds in our mouth
Still represent the south
Put the truck up bitch, I'm swanging four's)
I sip codeine out
duces out the window
Even HPD ridding swangas down the rizzoad
That's why everybody biting our style and wanna get thrizzowed
Culture vultures ain't got
nigga, you got yo ass kicked
I was a curious child
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangsta style
The way they talk, the way they walk,
nigga, you got yo ass kicked
I was a curious child
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangsta style
The way they talk, the way they walk,
No girl named Brian
Not a girl named Brian
And he started to shave
And have one off the wrist
And want to see girls
And go out and get pissed
This man
on the phone
Stupid bitch put another mortgage on our home
Saying we have no money, uhgh we're gonna go bankrupt
I'm on a roll at the pokeys you stupid, naggy
a Philly nigga but got
Hitters out in Georgia too
They'll find out where you livin' in
Georgia and start extortin' you
You said, "I get paid way more than
has taken place that we are governed by fools?
*
We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs.
They've tried to ban our
clothes
Candy paint our cars, big booties on our hoes
Got diamonds in our mouth
Still representin' the south
Pull the truck up bitch, I'm swanging four's
I
(big step) (foot he had it all the way out)
Ayy, I'm stuck in this shit
Plug hit me with a bad batch, now I'm stuck with this shit
Drum roll'll get
ones by Jay Z and Rick Ross she
Did that song because she was asked and
Because "Kanye's a genius" She
Did "Bang Bang"
Because she "knew it would be big
nigga, you got yo ass kicked
I was a curious child
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangsta style
The way they talk, the way they walk,
Fa sho, niggaz know I'm 330 on the scale
All about my motherfucking mail
[Big Pokey]
I'm a game spitter, the way I spit it ain't a thang
Record sales
a subliminal
No use in wasted potential, no way
Now I'm big steppin', bitch get out my
Get out my muhfuckin'
Once she hold my hand, might never let go
I'm
why the door locked
And ya know I don't play I'm a big boss
Get the fuck out my way before ya get mossed
I'm just cruising in my lane I can't take
is in the god damn game
And it's going down, E.S.G. and Po-Yo
Tyte Eyez what's up, let's make 'em ride out ha
[Big Pokey]
On tracks I break backs, so
And Im on em 22's in our
Cruise so everybody looking my way
I like sash up in my hay
And boy you betta get ya ass out tha SQAD way
Aiy! Eeyday is a SQAD
is in the god damn game
And it's going down, E.S.G. and Po-Yo
Tyte Eyez what's up, let's make 'em ride out ha
[Big Pokey]
On tracks I break backs, so
to get rich
Hustler make things all right
Connected on our flight
You need the Gs and keys over in the car
Drove back all night
Won't do nothing for
it down so we can move on past
All adversities, so we can get through fast, like that
I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out
it down so we can move on past
All adversities, so we can get through fast, like that
I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out
smoked like Smokey
Take you back to school get coached by Smokey
Brownie the man on the walkie talkie
Ice cream man got Hokey Pokey
It's passionate we
see
It's a whole lot of fake shit going on out here man
Fake friends, fake vibes, fake love
Stay true to yourself though
Pop a bottle get throwed
Roll
minutes to get in and out
We gotta do this shit so quick and slick without a doubt
I got some folks that be down to ride all it takes a shout
And if its
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