Lyrics:
bricks (Ayee) She in the mix
I had to tell her dip (Whoa) She on some shit
In a Big Body Benz nigga
Burning all the asphalt
Holdup don't blame me
Nigga
just doin' the most
I heard your album and you heard my album and nigga for real it's not even close
You be lying 'bout a lot of things
You be rockin'
Have you heard about the big strong man
He lives in a caravan
Have you heard about the Jeffrey Johnson fight
Well oh what a hell of a fight
You can
got a new recruit to this land of hope and glory
Hands behind backs and legs apart and tell us all of your unfortunate story
Who me, sir?
Yes, you sir
Let it go Let this angel life go
Let yourself go
Time is passin' 'til the cops come
Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress
Every sailor's son
Is taught when they are young
That the pull of the moon lingers on
Something we can't escape
From Bimini 'round the cape
Mix
the field with them umpires
Gunfire was my daily soundtrack
Thank God that I found rap
The flow is mind bending
Defined by my intentions
And not the things
I know a lot of people that smile in my face
But talk behind my back every time I'm gone
So when they call my number
I don't never pick up
I don't
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
peepin through the ozone
I like to chill out, hang out
cause I'm cool, you know Big Ed is in the mix with the fix
fool, I seen niggas shakin ivory, hoes
I mean everywhere I go like
If I do a show like
Everybody owe me, I’m the big macaroni
I turn it up, burn it up, rockin this bitch
Bag full of goodies
Mark: You know what it is
You know what it is? A lot of
These people are just now jumping
On the we hate Tom bandwagon
I've been hating Tom since like
Brick came mix taped, whiped 'til my wrist ache
Sugar said she wants triple S' of the five
Four and a door, have a pebble by the night
Ever see
the truth
I put out dangerous thought
I'm convinced it's a mix of Paisley Park Prince with Supreme Team prints
Big up to Paisley, shout out to 40, Harlem
I am the streets, the future
I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills
Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the future
They gettin' money, they makin' hit
in mind,
he started his journey towards the city.
On his way he saw a big pit,
there was a man, a monkey, a tiger and a snake inside it.
They were
And his eyes got big and bright as he read Giddyup go
Oh we had a lot of things to talk about and buddy I felt like a king
And now we've just pulled back
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
everything is rican like Hispanics
Sir Im gonna need you to stop resisting arrest
What are you doing let go of me
Take this guy to the fucking psych ward
I'm
like Mix-a-Lot
I get
I got a sixth man that could shoot it from half court
As soon as the Goons hit the building you know the boys
My team hit
count big face and straight laces by the hundreds
Ragtops and big blocks, gettin the money
Sippin X-O Hen, and I get it for the 1-10
In
on to better things
Eighteen, lil nigga big dreams
Moved outta state cause I gotta make green
I'm boutta' bail cause these niggas hating
Took the real from
of the game call it prepay
Big stepper
Me and "nice as fuck" go together
Versatility like the weather
Lot of stability, falling never
Better take shelter
I
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