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I meant I like the way your
Titties sit up in your bra
Everything I said in your ear by the bar
Was just to get you in the
Back seat of my car
gucci mane hundred and thats funny to me
When you see me can't miss me please dont diss me cause this bank roll a have ya ass missin bank roll nigga
gucci mane hundred and thats funny to me
When you see me can't miss me please dont diss me cause this bank roll a have ya ass missin bank roll nigga
victorious
I put my dick in Victoria
She told me I was big like notorious
You in her mentions I'm going deep, pulling out her extensions
Get my nut then I'm
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
big for you to use, you lose, you lose
Ain't much no one can say about me, I done made my way
Took my losses, it's safe to say
That I'm a made man,
Bang bang same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
[Slick Rick]
But I'm his Royal Slickness
If you don't know by now
Then man, you're a philistine
Waiting in line for the next 7 nights
Big Twenty believes
For the first time in years
That its
different, my chips different
Big difference, like Miss Winfrey's
I know the cost to be the boss, I paid the difference
Like 2 Chainz, nigga, I'm different
a buzz
I miss the crowd when we all going wild cuz the DJ is fucking it up
You’re such a fucking ho I love it
She could tell soon as I hit the floor I’m
that way
By the time I blow up you gon' miss me
Wishin' you never dissed me
The only thing I'm gonna say...
You shouldn't have been selfish
Naw naw no
a really big cigar
I'd love to love ya, if only I could
Her love is, oh so, shiny wet
Keeps a bald peacock for a pet
Can you ever understand how I
and his'es
'Cause my flow tighter than them virgin bitches
You know them "As-salamu alaykum," them Persian bitches?
And if you miss me, I'm swervin' sixes
Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel
In the stash house owned by El Patrón
Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones
Big banks in Sweden,
before it's too far gone
Go by y'r instinct, get down to the real thing
She's no lie, never leads you wrong
I've seen the macrodynamics,
put your glass up higher
Live your life like your on the big screen
I've got a big house, big car, big boat yeah we think
Big Big enough you can't miss
Been hittin' my stride
Really havin' a ball
I'm doin' alright - I don't miss you at all
I never go to places that you might be
I don't cry big tears when
got you by a string itll sting with a big bite
Im trying to tell you what it feels like
Its real nice you going to pay a real price
Cause I'm a big shot
Wait a minute
I'm bout to ball on 'em dog, you'd hate to miss it
They throwing shots my way, but them niggas ain't efficient
, tryna live a notorious life
Now, lemme tell you what my story is like
I'm 22 years with many new fears
Jams bringing the cheese and revenues here
Still
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Count up on my own
Send out more
I put right by where I get mine low
Polishing it
Lookin up right by there
I wanna stack don't miss
Ms
With a thick body chick and a big body Benz
Ou, real as it gets no game
I smack you with Nintendo switch, stop playing
I'm Ballin
Throw it up,
On the candle
Gotta get a handle
My homie got a 25 automatic added to the camper
Nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page
Lemme tell you how we
only get me this hurt?
But I been knowing my worth, since my last birth
A quarter century ago (twenty-five years, man)
I been Pac and Notorious BIG up
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