Lyrics:
am the "Big Dog" not five foot tall
Love to my man 4eva Twitch
You ugly as fuck, snitch ass bitch
Go ahead and talk while I'm getting rich
I'm
One
Y'all done fucked up now
Oh shit, ah
It's mine now who want it, ha?
D-s, Ryde or Die nigga, you heard that?
It's Yung Wun with the big
and lonesome for that gal of mine
Mean old trouble is all that I've known
I'm missing my honey and
Boys I'm going home
If she'll just let me tarry
When I come
"Okay, Roaring Jim! I'm about to go nuts: why don't
You cock your eyes to the left, and sing out what you see."
Roaring Jim rubbed his eyes, stooped down
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
a background check nigga that's
Why I'm pullin' your card (pullin your card)
And I might play with that
Boy So sometimes I'm 'noyd
I might flip and bury you boys
grey Mexican suit
The blue eyed traffic can sashay by
'Cause tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai
The kick-out traffic goes creaking by
I smash
paid, hey
I'll be you manager give me your calendar
Who need a? (Give me your) Give your camera
I'm a big fan of you
We need to get you a song
Get you
a flood, Noah's Ark in it
Those boys are stuck at sandbars, I'm a great white shark
Might be insane y'all, got a chainsaw
Got a 9mm and a 12 gauge
9
say a damn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-spring
Walkin a thin line, gotta defend mine
And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb
girl
Aye yo
Whats up
I got some rules that all big boys should live by Y’all
Talk to em Pukz
Haha, here we go
Rule number one
Make sure that your haircut
Blaming Mary Jane I'm drinking cheap
She's getting prettier by the ....
She says I should care more for
The rich and the poor but I
Can't find
Body Brunson, yeah
Boy it's Big Body Brunson
Boy
I'm mad quick, And the bag stick
Big Knick with the fab clique
Andraya Carter took bad angles
Makes
385 outlaws mane
We in here
Coming through the door
Me by my lonesome I'm running these streets
F***** on h*** thats always on fleek
That boy
snapshots (1, 2, bow)
Arm in the rim, Vince Carter
Gotta go harder, I’m a big fish no tartar
Why niggas mad, closed fist like arthur
Sitting on the bench, you
guerillas
Nigga....were....y'all....at, I'm a lil' tiger
And I wear....all....black full of that fire
And I puff til its gone, boy I'mma a rider
Strap up cuz
Grab the microphone and proceed to roar
Are y'all set, all prepared to start
Move in close cause here comes the dope part
By the way, I'm the Taste,
got bands big boy
Can gonna spend a couple grand and make plans big boy
Yeah why little girl
I'm the guy little girl
I just wanna know if you a fly
is my number one task
Until I'm under the grass, that's why I'm top of the class
I'm a grit boy lookin' for an ass like Ketoy
Leave a bitch back all
lied
When I said that I would be a
Big MC by end of school term
Man thought that I lied
I'm chatting to some girls outside
Screwfacing a couple boys
boys got Glocks, dem boys got K's
Dem boys got blocks, dem boys gettin' paid
Big D, Big D
Edge Hang, Edge Hang
Big D, Big D
Swat Dawg, Swat Dawg
until you been to my show
If you're looking for some action man I'm G.I Joe
I'm killing it that's why them man are switching
They threw some dead
I'm finna move over there like for real
Y'all be special over there, like facts
I be riding around the city, by my lonesome no one with me
I'm just
I'm back
Ooh
Yeah
I'm applying pressure, got my foot on necks
That a big flex
I'm rolling with bosses and street execs
You rolling with rejects
I
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