Lyrics:
how it been lately
Get my chips up, dip, wavy
Rose gold CLK Mercedes
They might catch me laughing Keke
Overtime this shit got easy
Ball like Bron,
Devo Big Bandsssss
Ya Diggg Yea, Yea, Yea,
Chorus #1:
She want me to lay it Down Again and Againnnnn
Wanna be More than Friends, Babygirl Named
My number one goal is to get her out the hood
Never changed, I be thuggin' hard in my section
Me and my dawgs proteted by Smith & Wessons
Any nigga
I’ll put it on these white kids screamin Sosa like bang bang
Aye I say
Big racks all day
I’m paid
Pull up wit the mitt
I play
I catch the money
Throw it
on
Love hate
Hallucinate
c big bang
The Earth trembled
cutomaton
Reassembled
Door to door
To settle the score
Who can console her?
Jenny Holzer
The bomb
bang but my
Stick might
This food don't bang but my
Stick might
Hello
Baby
Don't call this line
Don't call this line
Last time we had a big fight
Might
It's big bricks, small circles, let's not overthink (hey)
Surrounded by these sundresses
Flat screen TVSs, VVSs
And brand new BBSs
Addicted
an the pettal Mercedes
Still living by the code so im stucc im in the eighty's
Pull off in the benz like a drag race
Gotta haters mad wit a sad face
I can still
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
a Big Bang, but I’m what came before…
Oops. I came before.
I came before the Big Bang.
I came before.
Wanna do it again?
switchin up on my shoe wear
How we get down, we blew down, nigga big bank style
Sit and chill a while, wait a minute yo we blows big nigga
Sip on bottles
die bitch
Hit kids not Juuls
Big teeth big bite, uncaged pitbull
Bang in this bitch, hang up the bitch
Stop calling my phone, lemme hang up your bitch
ride but they ain't never bang
They say they with White but they ain't never slang
Niggas banging this shit but they ain't really redd
They ain't
to the big bang-bang
Lil' mama want to swang with the 213 gang (Number one boss playa)
Hefner like Hugh, now she's evidence
Splash the heffer with goo; got
Train
Tookie Williams over Coltrane
Eric B by the rope chain
R-S-C, we fosho bang
Tiny Locs and they go crazy
What you know about the dope game?
Was
Lets do this man for real
We smoke big blunts, cigars, it's us
It's obvious, kids, we regulate up shit moving through brush
The beats is grim,
Calls me by my name
Now that I am in your fair town
You must do the same
For I'm a
Ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm
Handle every fade
You want to talk to the boss nigga
You gotta talk to me face to face
Let these niggas know Phenom Ent
Let em bang
Handle Every Fade
on piss piss both ears glow
And my wrist glow
Feel like chief so (bee)
Gun go bang bang
Earning elo
Island thing thing finna deep throat (whoa)
Niggas clank
a big freak, yeah, we know (we know)
We got 42, she want Tito (yeah)
She left a mark on my shirt, it's mascara
She gave me top outside of Toca Madera
the bodies, I could tell you 'bout the killing
Duct taping niggas in the name of drug dealin'
Big body Benzes while the bitch niggas starve
Turtleneck
my phone
I dont pick up
Because these big bands
New house
Is calling
Dont look surprised
I told you do you wanna
Bang with this
Oh lord
To tell
boys with them gang signs, that's us and you can trust
We gon' bust Big Snoop and Papoose bang, bang in your truck
You got a system in your truck? Let
a blood, shit, you better know me
Big homie gave me a gun and said, "It better be empty"
I was eleven years old with a motha'fuckin' 50
I got love for
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