Lyrics:
mounted on a plaque
He was so ambitious for a juvenile
He needed to learn how to stay a child
He had big dreams with a grand ole smile
What can I say I made
bang, shoobedoowa)
And I'm being serenaded by a heavenly choir
(big bang, shoobedoowa)
Well, I'll kiss the stars and moon
Cause we'll be together soon
Cracks begin to form, soft shell splits apart
Out come snapping, smiling jaws
And straight into your heart
Nothing but mouth and tail
Coming at ya tooth
drink a lot of syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walking
Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yeah
Keep talking and the flame leap off
Awe, awe, I gott'm gott'm good
Straight up out that, Level
That's right, that's right
That's right
I'm comin
Big money
Big drumma
I got it
All summer
Let me tell you about Colleen
My best friend since I was three
She always had a taste for dangerous things
Her scandalous tongue was extreme
I
shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who rang?
Abra-cadabra, jimminy crickets, set the wrists to my slang
I got the knights all sniffin, sneezing, yes
Stuffy-head, called for
Soldier of fortune
He's a man of war
Just can't remember
What he's fighting for
Start a revolution
Right before your eyes
When you hear the big
shooters in my gang, gang (bang, bang)
Gang signs with my right hand (gang signs)
Fake niggas I cannot stand
Hit the road (road)
Run around with a big
dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense
But trust Him for His grace
Behind a frowning
on me (Wheezy outta here)
I'ma hop out with that MAC-10 (I'ma hop out with that MAC-10)
Pussy get shot for that cappin' (yeah)
Pussy get popped by
Ya
Big bang blowing up insane
Three steps ahead cause I'm working with a big brain
All I see is red like I'm looking at a blood stain
Holding up my
you fools (This here for my shottas)
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (Dip Set!) Oww!!!!
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me
money, buy some shit (bang)
Guns singin' like Ronald Isley, bitch (haha)
Big house in the woods, on some Tiger shit
(ayy) smoking sour, on my lemon shit
(Playboy on this bitch, but he ain't playin' though)
My mama say the streets ain't for me
My only choice is slang iron
Niggas keep tryin', had
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
Sometimes I focus on the dough
Look at these bills I got
This is a message for some rappers trying to steal my spot
You niggas famous on the internet
I'm
Bigga baby, ball like a dawg
It's enough of me to go 'round for both of y'all
Me and my clique, we the t-shirt gang
50 niggas deep, going "bang bang
I make big money
I drive big cars
Everybody know me
It's like I'm a movie star
But late at night something ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by
the big picture
Always ten toes, stomp down like a real nigga (oh ya)
Had to make my own rules
Had to set examples for my young bools
Sucka nigga do
jealous by the looks im catchin
I hate dumb skeezers, MC beater
Dropped five grand on my big wad meter
Smooth like ice, dont get nice
Just turn up the box
to Die" for what you got
Got a crew with killas behind me, I'm grimey
I'm one of the big body, blowin' cushions where you can find me
For figures, we
I make big money
I drive big cars
Everybody know me
It's like I'm a movie star
But late at night something ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by
You're in the mix wit your boyfriend baby, Bobby Bang, and its that time for the hot nine at nine with Tech Nine featurin' Shawnna. 'Bout ta wear
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