Lyrics:
of control, that boy balling, that boy top drop low crawling
That boy's nineteen, that boy's not stalling
That boy mash for his green, that boy stacking cash
I just want a big big bag
I just want a big big bag
I just want a big big bag
I just want a big big bag
Big bag, big house, big car
Bad bitches
Lately the way I been painting these Pictures
Call me Feecasso
Left by myself
I lost all of my negus
Just me and a lot of smoke
Surrounded by a lot
I ain't started yet I ain't tryna flex cause wreck
Influence grow like a chia pet
I know your rap wack you can keep that
I ain't come to play about
slicker than your sista'.
Turn down the lights she got hit by the vicksta.
Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.
Better have your joint
(yes)
Do I get wreck and get respect (yes)
Lyrically I can get wreck (yes), ha hah
Well can I get a ho (ho)
Can I get another one, ho (ho)
Do I get
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
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Big stench, yes, yes, you big stench
You big stench, yes, yes, you big stench (yeah)
You big stench in my life, you big stench
You big stench in
[Wild Child]
Yo I'm Wild Child with the style that'll wreck your body
I'm here to "Break dat party rip dat party"
[Madlib]
Yo it's
Catch your, catch your, catch your
Catching wreck on the M-IC what must I say?
What must I do?
To show how much I think about
(catching, catching
This is big!
Chi Twon girls have di badonkadonk (Oh!)
A-T-L junk in di trunk a bounce (Oh!)
Jamaican girls pat yuh front a clump (Come on!)
Miami
double dutch
Ow, the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
the blood and the sweat
You bet I'm a nervous wreck
God knows if I say that I come for a check
Then a check is what I expect
God knows I'm a pain in
the killy from the city an amazing creation
Adjacent to the flames of Johnny blazes face while he's racing
I mean i'm big
Ah, I'm big
(He big!)
Who big?
(Roo
(Well boys we hit the jackpot this time)
(Let it go)
(Got to let it go)
(Orkin man I ordered pest control)
(Yeah)
Know it's time you gotta let it go
Addicted to money you know I want them big racks/ Niggas wanna wreck no duckin I’m wit that/ Mind my own business while runnin up them epps/ Told y’all
lines, and the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
We wreck the QBC, nigga rep yours it's all love
Milli
self destruct jackson hold it down
mobility man TJ control the crowd
Duke In the grease pan another tuck nothing mayne
T-shea big winger acrobatic STICK
destroying this ass he gon wreck it
Shade being thrown in all corners (who sent it)
I Ain't taking shit back cuz I meant it
Jealousy is a big sin I've
(Nigga, we on it, be up by the morning)
You wreck a new bitch wearing panties tho
(Threw out my line) fish up, for sure
(Nigga we eating ya) oughts
a black hole leaves no control over thought
I leave my body to see the pits
Go high when the physical takes control
No communications with the inner self
the dead souls
Someone saw the bodies, damage control
Better get to know my name,
Better get to know my game
The big celebration is getting me high
fun have, have, have fun
Saturday's the day that bring me joy
Jumping in a hoop, pick up my boys
Shorty D, B Love, light with a big bite
Sparking up
.jpg/200px-Poster_for_The_Nervous_Wreck_(1926).jpg "The Nervous Wreck")
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