Lyrics:
Big Dave, come in
Yo, go 'head
What's your twenty?
I'm in front of the a room right now
Ten four
I got cha
(She comin')
She's on her way to the back
Lotta niggas say I’m gone get killed by 21
How do niggas hate ion even gotta buzz
Ion get paid 20k to go in clubs
You get minimum wage checks a week
You
yourself by the amount that's on your wrist
Over you do they reminice, I don't know but it's prevalent
Energies we bring's evident I just do this out
Tonya (yeah, she gon' tell you)
I spent 20 G's just on one purse
I'm gettin' at that llama (and that's on God)
I came straight from that mothafuckin'
talking you bum)
Chorus
Move like this, rap like that
Gotta rap like I tap fat back
Let me think and I'll be right back
Twenty-five, eight, when I work my
yo money at you bum bitch
Ask me then you prolly ain't gone find no answers
Hardbody niggas now a days is fucking panzees
Pink nine on dis nigga by his
Hook :
I just took that girl by surprise
Them other bitches
They ain’t got ya vibe I can’t lie
They wanna put you down
When they know you going high
on the table test supernatural
You got caught all that toe with twenty-thousand leagues
I'm laughin' arrogantly as your nostril bleeds hehehehehe
Relax
The Rich Way
BMG
BMG
BMG
Reno
Tell them dig brody the nem up with his bum ass
They know we gon' empty them clips to my gun jam
I go by Lil' Walka
gone[00:18.42]Mike Perry yo I got your nose[00:19.92]Bish this is my shot[00:20.40]I done came from the dirt[00:21.24]You might call it third world[00:22.23]Pour some
carelessly
Yeah it's me, yo nigga man child
Bomb first stand proud
Ain't looking for hand-outs
Twenty-five years up in this bitch
And I'll be damned if I
carelessly
Yeah it's me, yo n**** man child
Bomb first stand proud
Ain't looking for hand-outs
Twenty-five years up in this b****
And I'll be damned if I
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
hypnotized
Twenty twenty two, score a banger in Dubai (Sui)
Are we fucking or what?
After the club are we fucking or what?
Are we fucking or what?
Fuck your
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
twenty-one pilots
Try to take control of my own ship, then oh shit
I'm floating, just stranded in ocean emotion
The waves are creating, are carrying me
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
Barbies I flatter
No I don't speak on no matter
Hearts I shatter
I'll turn his main boy cadaver
Woosh palaver
Trying to make p by the hour
Your Mrs,
Nah...that Persian white, murder type fur was right (about $20,000)
Huh, you heard the price, on my neck....hurds of ice!
Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, I
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
Bang bang same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
[Slick Rick]
But I'm his Royal Slickness
not buddy buddy, tryna bum another durrie off me,
money comes, money goes, this shit don't grow off trees,
heart is hollow, hunnid jewels,
i carry
got a big family
(Unintelligible)
I got burgers man!
Oughh
(Unintelligible)
It's big, I got like twenty kids
You got uh... burgers
Yeah it's burger
Its
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