Lyrics:
Ooh, ooh, ooh
(Dtb, that's a slap) right there
Rich city stunner, big dog move militant
Cold as the winter, but my chick like the summer get
date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf!
Weed a different color like a hoodrat bra and panties
And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in pantries
shyguy (Skrt)
All my vvs different colors
Like it's tie dye (Colors)
Bitch I'm mysterious
Pull on me you must be delirious (Crazy)
223 shots in the head
Ye ain't big-big whippin'
Ye ain't steady tip-tippin'
No girl gettin', homie
You ain't fresh azimiz
Think ye is (think ye is)
But ya ain't (but ya
You don't know what I been on
Thousands on thousands of big joints
Colors on colors of new clothes
They way too heavy I got a back hump
24/7
to myself cuz I'm startin to feel different
And I ain't no hero cuz I relate more to a villain
I speak like a profit & smoke by the pound
I'm the spook by
Cause I had the time 2
God did why didn’t you?
The beats get ran through like a track too
This is track 2
Attract to bitches with big bags & bags
ain't on shit or nun
But he gon' act big or sum, He connect I put him on a TV screen
Yea
He on the Tv, they wanna be me
My niggas they only get verses for
Breaking hearts instead of bread
Something I said
Checkmated by frustration now
Need to be cut loose
A different kind of being lost a sullen cost
(I
about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
it like it came Straight from the pot
I'm shaping my hair Roddy rich with The box
Only time will tell until that bitch stop
I'm punching her shit she
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
album I copped
The Jungle Brothers Done by the forces of nature'
check out the cover
Afrocentric brothers just as dark as me
Hip Hop a guiding force
big but I'm not rich (Not rich)
I know hella niggas in my circle that are toxic (Toxic)
I drink my problems away like alcoholics
Hello (Hello), hey how
funny
But when it all appears then they wanna be buddies
Swear you can only get rich by being lucky
I just wanna send my parents somewhere hot and sunny
homicide, gang made 'em chose (haha)
Big G Herbo, I'm the boss-boss, I make big moves (yeah)
It don't matter, take the cost off, it get sent through
He got
Time is going by, slow it down to find myself a breakthrough
Don't get hung up on mistakes you make, it's not a flawless play through
Stay true
or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City
Niggaz with masks on, vests and all
before we dropped
And shit just got put on hold or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in
But that don't mean shit to me
I've been on TV every single day
For damn near a decade
You see how I channel a
Different kind of energy
I get big boy
So many memories
All under colors now
Simply walking with you back then
Distorted by colors now
Todays sees it differently, but the moment never
SUPA DAVE WEST i thank God for the ability
To hear things big
And different …alongside a band
Of brothers that hear
And think the same this album
on the mic they call me outto when i rocket
Stole a all eyes on me album jus to have another pocket
I am too diffrent i cant be matched watch were the opposite
which
But uuuuhhhhh
I ain't stopping til I'm richy rich rich
Nigga Santa under palm trees
Cali Christmas
I'm talkin big shit ain't tryna kick it
Fuck you
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