Lyrics:
Fuck a baby daddy, take his kid’s Mott’s
Leave both dem bastards pissed off
Fuckin on yo auntie, got a wristwatch
I’m tryna buy da world wit dis big cock
Colonial baggage, power by being connected
Just rich old fucks who aren't even elected
You support colonialism and croneyism
Supreme phoneyism, Harper
Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love that's what a real ma do
Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her
I just don't get it, that's our only difference
The shots I seen don't come on Insta', come in five by sixes (FOREVEROLLING)
You been a bitch but
build a great wall
Nobody better than rump me and I
An American Death Star coming real soon
Big talk big dreams big hair big lies
Trophy wives the KKK
find my way
Becoming rich in moments, day by day
On a yacht or under city lights (under lights)
We dance thru life, on magical nights
Adventure's our
are together in my dreams, each and every day
But I wouldn’t trade her for anyone - in this big old world
Because I have found real treasure, in this
couldn’t walk a mile in my big ass shoes
(cuse) niggas say my accent make them sick
Shit I say my accent made me rich
Put it in a couple of my billboard
Just shine your light on the world
So shine your light on the world
No matter anywhere you go, kid
Just shine your light on the world
Don't let
living in your little world
False perception of protection
Closing your eyes on the real world
Didn't gives you what you expected to get
Life ain't a big
to car lot...
Beemer or Benz, Benz they better...
Hell of options when pockets in big knots...
Get it while you can by any means & nonstop...
Big Bags,
for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (Whomp!Whomp!)
Cornbread by the ki, the language when you call
the 5-0 team, they know the DA by name
It ain't a game, it used to be one
It's like these niggas got them big ducts in they mouth
That the gynecologist
for all the independent women
Soul clap for all my homies straight thuggin'
Clap for the real MCs buzzin'
We the leaders of the new school
[Verse 1]
Big Drip
N**** this is Big Drip
Music by the truckload you n****s never did this
Bong pack with a blunt rolled I'm boutta take a big rip
Henny in
served the whiskey
She was a big old friendly girl.
And she tried to fight her empty nights
By smilin' at the world.
And she said "Hey Bub, It's been
some old fake Louie,
Baby if that's real Louie, I'm Tom Cruise.
Excuse me, I'd like to buy some.
You don't know jack about this Louie.
Take your
and all
Yelled about the war real loud
But wasn't willing to go
To be by his side
Mad about the world in hell
But he was willing to go
Bright eyes left
Little past midnight
Standing by the moonlight
Watching the world take a shot at me
Why'd you lie to me?
We're this crazy generation
Glue it, screw
the bitch you bad and I'm rich, I think you fit me (We go together, perfect match)
Ran it up by myself, may the Lord be my witness
I ain't beggin' for no
Grinding on the web, late night hustle
Online flex, got the whole world in a tussle
Streaming for the masses, digital struggle
Subscribers
just keep it real and state facts
Now my exes started texting I leave them all on unread
No reply to they message it's always
Hey big head oooh
Hey big
Un, deux, trois (uh ah, turn it up a little bit more)
Bang, bang, bang
Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking,
of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Duke, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?
Kim is yo' flow hot?
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