Lyrics:
the world
How you shake that rumpty rump
Say it, we don't fuck with cops
Oh no, we don't fuck with cops
In my backseat, I got four freaks
Who love how my
to work around noon
See I don't really like to drink but I still do it sometimes
It's my silly little song but trust I'm nice with the rhymes
I got
gonna
Don't where no pajama
Icy shower after sauna
Imma do whatever I feel I wanna gonna get it like
Trynna make it to ya but the new year comin' way too
disastrous
Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures
See, I'm real, I do it all, it's all me
I'm not fake, don't ever call me lazy
I won't
economic conglomerate
Use to test my pain tolerance while looking in my eyes to see
I had a thing for it and that I'll do jus fine wit maintaining as long
Road by my side, we don't even got to discuss it
Got into my major, and I don't even know the process
Got pulled over like three times in the same
the building and I'm feeling myself
Rest in peace, Mac Dre, I'ma do it for the Bay
Okay, getting paid, we'll holler whenever that stop
My team good, we don't
and said
"Yo Jeff how bout a record for free"
Man the way you dissed me you better go buy it
But man we're friends for real don't even try it
Man
'Round some people living their life in bottles
Granddaddy had the golden flask
Backstroke every day in Chicago
Some people like the way it feels
I ain't sweating it
I just lift my hands to the heavens i thank the most high that I got a life that's worth living
feel good to live this way
You
say tell em how you feel
Like speak your pain (for real)
Been telling them for years
They still don't listen
So I tell it to my name
Imma player so I
how I flipped it, preme
The base mixed in with the high clap, mean
Made me 2 step hit the shoulder lean
Straight dime by my side clear face no
The bars so clean ion get it I'm dizzy
I need me a milly
And I move like a truck yeah a semi
And I'm up out the mud like I'm jimmy
Don't need butlers I do it
You can catch me on that bypass high as hell
515 that's where I dwell
Bout to snatch your clientele
You ain't doin nothin, I might as well
By my lonely,
stop obsessing like a man who's too possessive
Over how it could have been a better man in my reflection
Where do we go from here?
I need to find me
happen
I'm going get heard by the masses
I do way more then just rapping
I Put all my eggs in one basket
I did it all myself
Picture me giving up they
was born
N we dont play that
Ca my ancestors patterned it from qway back
So let me clean your spirit
With the fruits of labour
N if you get it i respect
back no you can't chill wit me
How you my brother when it came to that, that niggas snitch on me
All man went all bad
Hop up in a hellcat did the dash
keeping them too for the heat
We can do it and nobody knows
I kept the flows
Fucked around went on Billboard nobody knows
Came a long way from the basement
around my heart I put up armory
Keep them bitches way far from me
Way too fie but you knew that
Shawty got way too high so we flew back
Playing on my top
is he
Yeah you know it's
B-I-G D-R-I-P
I be with them Haitians wi
C'est la vie
They like how you get that name well look at me
I'm so clean I hop out
'damn, when I'm big enough to rock it
I'ma rock it till wheels fall of it', yup
High school finished, every night, we were getting blazed
One by one
diamond to shine
How many times must I find my way out of a bind
Until we know I'm a be fine?
Some of these voices is proud of me
Others get loud with me,
inda east shawty blocked my line
Where you at now? I need you back
You called me slime dog cause the way I act
I did you so wrong knew it wouldn’t last
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