Lyrics:
or die nigga (broke niggaz eat your heart out!)
G.D.O.D. nigga (okay bruh)
Ay! Hey!
[Chorus]
Yeah, ay never mind that blahzay-blahzay, all we do is
Mysli si piš si a říkej si co chceš
Jsem pořád ten badboy a sprosťák
Umim bejt zlej umim dělat bordel
Nejsem celebrita idol ani pop star
Mysli si
Kut Da Fan On (–Fan On) mmm, mmm (M-m-m)
Yeah (yeah) double O Baby (Double O Baby)
Nolinski you gotta played that shit
Judge put me in a cell
Don’t
big blue eyes that light up like the stars
And the way to light them up is to buy him candy bars
Cracker jacks and bubble gum will start his day off
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
name, put a ring o your left hand
Cause I'm past games, Bobby probably be my best man
Go half on a baby or two and build a home
Long as you by my side I
nonexistent
They wish we fall like a star they superstitious
Vagabond the illest
We eatin
You do the dishes
Fuck that bullshit you talkin
That shit can miss us
imagination is a understatement
anything you can think of we could make it
big money hit records
watch us get reckless
we butt-naked, we never sexless
And when
these cars and keep
Fucking these stars
I guess that's the world we live in
Young niggas with executive decisions
Turn on the TV and see us winning
They
missed by a yard
Got more bodies than bracelets got charms
We walk down hop fences and cars
One false move and he gone see the stars
Fixing to be like
F-P 1-9-9-3 m-O-V-IE TV and CD
Me and Jeff, brand new on the radio
Step on the scene and the crowd screams
"There they go"
What? a star hats quite in
Paul & Big Gipp-
What you know? What you know?
'Bout the be 's, bout that O
'Bout these streets, 'bout this 9
'Bout these niggaz doin' time
What
a popstar
I feel like a rock star
Internet thuggin'
You not hard
I grew up a trap star
Learned how to double it back hard
Check up the score card
Up by a few
window when I go to sleep
Want a better life for me and the whole team
I don't wanna push tree by the OZ
Go around the city ask people know me
Bitch,
Meet me by the lake
In the shallows where it's safe
Took my malice to the Rave
Place is hallowed like a grave
When you see my bald head, you better
Huh!
There's a black man livin in a big (big) house
Three credit cards fulla fat (fat) clout
Fatass garage holdin nine (nine) cars
One of them Mack
your mother until your sister that I love her
I see you doing your thing little lady
Excuse me Big things big change big Lanes Big fame, big game
That's
and that moola keep it comin'
Heavy hustle, rostrum records on it big man its nothin'
Cigarillo full o dat rain man I call her fresh puffin
Its its its
bag
Aye, big bitch with a fat ass a ten star
Nigga drive his whip just like it's nascar
Aye, big Y's imma rockstar
Aye, we gone jump that nigga just
By the shore of gitche gumee
By the shining big-sea-water
At the doorway of the wigwam
In the early summer morning
Hiawatha stood and waited
All
(BEATFREAKZ)
Tryna fight these demons
Yeah
Star in the hood, got a star in my waist, got stars in the Wraith
Blend that cocaine straight down
the Hamptons
Brung the clamp, ready to shoot shit up at random
Five hundred grand is buried in the sand
We planning, up in the crib-o with big windows, I'm
[Big Mike]
This goes out to you H-O-E's
Swangin on the nuts of us motherfuckin G's
You ain't never seen a nigga like me baby
Big Mike aka Big D D
Big
got spillage and sauce
Drippy when i walk
I ain't lippy I don't talk (Nah)
It is not by force (No)
Plug and the source (Yeah)
G-O-D my saviour (Uh ha)
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