Lyrics:
[Young hustler:]
Yeah, yeah - well, I'm outta here
I don't want to hear more of this shit
[Old hustler:]
Wait, before you go - can
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
'm not Notorious B.I.G
I'm not Tyler, The Creator
I'm JG
And Imma write whatever the fuck
I want to write
I don't care if it's sad shit
I don't care if
garden
The ones Im protecting
I'm building my kingdom
If you cold and you shiver
Just call me Bill Withers
I'll be the one you can lean on
If you cold
that, all that shit
You know what I'm sayin, Desperados with the cars, Eminem
[Eminem]
Chauvinist pig, droven this Big Lincoln
Till it went over
Crank)
Half a Perky, I'm right in my zone
I'm shoppin' on the way back home (go)
I'm puttin' on for the west, so I'ma bust a nut on her chest
Hope you
It's him and I, Aquemini
The name is Big Boi, Daddy Fat Sax
The nigga that like them Cadillacs
I stay down with these streets
'Cause these streets
in sin
Get high with the folks
Get down in the swim
Don't you walk away
I want you baby
How does it feel
When you're meet her in your home
bitch
There is the door
I ain't callin' no Uber, I just want to smoke
I need to record, just give me the gold plaques
Fuck them blue bills, I need gold
WB (WHAT BITCH)
WB (it's Wild Bill)
WB (you want beef?)
WB (it's too real)
I eat bitches like you in the morning with my Cheerios
I eat bitches like
all they asses clap, clap, clap, bravo
I want that lottery money
That "please don't say hi to me" money
That 'I could go back to my hometown
And get
pull me up
Right on track I'm moving on
My life is like a movie tho
Now my bird is flying off
My flight is around world
By now you already know
By now
Amo me I go chop my life
Omo Ope Fee Lowo lope Shey hustle ooo
Sheybi Nah by grace oo no be my muscle ooo
So many sleepless night tomope kodeni sun
Nothing like
Back home, back home, back home, back home
Make you want to go
Back home, back home, back home, back home
Shut the fuck up 'fore I take ya ass
I'll follow you, wherever you go
Stay close to you, 'cause darling you're my home
Frozen to the bone
There's darkness in your soul
Your cold, cold
But I want to make dollars
Big pile of them
Spending Big Bills
Driving big wheels
Dress up to kill
Biggest house staying Fly
Way up on the hills
JH
make me go insane
Is I said, I'd never be the same
I love big but
When I love sometimes, they use my love in vain
I want trust, but when I trust them,
thirty-two and I was only eighteen
She likes to freak, she's just a fiend
It really didn't matter when I saw her in jeans
I want to big freak, fat
Oh, how I want to go home
You see the homefolks think I'm
Big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think
I'm doing fine yes they do
But
got a bad mouth
Aight, whatever for, I'm just sayin'
Now don't, don't make a nigga go home tonight man I, I
("Maybe you should just say something
to pay our bills and we struggled to pay the rent. And I remember that Andy had to wear a suit to work every day. And one day I noticed that there was big
a smidget
If you want beef then we can supersize it
Freshman in the game
So they wanna haze me like my name Isaac
I killed the beat and dig a
Ditch just
Nigga I'd done go, get the Escalade and don't even look at the price in it
Nigga I can buy every car I want, and I can go to the mall
Nigga I own half
.jpg/259px-Big_Bill_Broonzy_(1951_publicity_photo).jpg "Big Bill Broonzy")
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