Lyrics:
Griselda
Yeah, nigga
By fashion rebels
We take the blicks when we go to Quad, nigga
You seen what happened to Pac, right?
We ain't fuckin' with
with me (Big 4-5)
They doubted me bad and I
Made 'em eat they apologies (Ha ha ha)
Just make sure you tell 'em I'm
Rich when you acknowledge me
(Tell 'em
everybody dyin', no lying
So don't you get suspicious
I'm Big Dangerous you're just a little vicious
As I leave my competition, respirator style
Climb
like I'm givin' up
It ain't the same no more, death brought me anger
I'm followed by angels and I got some dyin' love
Soon as I got rich, soon as I
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
money tips or some shit that'll save yo life
Niggas starving as jit from the times i wasn't rich
Had me and big sis bread water out the fridge
Ain't threw
stem
I'm running my town you know that's him
I'm big fish you boy lil shrimp
Lil nigga don't play with him
That draco that 40 it stay by him
No I'm not
fulla ice
No bother try style
Dem will tek weh you life
Yea di vibes alright
Alright
She wanna role pon di big bike
Big bike
Big car when we drive by
this shit
Imma get rich imma die trying the don't never see the risk
Ain't put my trust in no bitch cause they don't never see the risk
I be noid on that
First song back there like where a nigga been at
Gettin' money slowly but it's growin', that's a big fact
Young shiner turnt, always wonder where my
velvet jacket, Willy Wonka
Boy he hot
But I haven't sweat in centuries
D'usse shots, blood pumping' John Kennedy
Boy he hot
Big bag don't be mad at me
Kid
the dope by the train
We flying high in the plane
Style like majesty call that shit imperial
Designer jacket expensive material
My check got big numbers I
But I think that's okay
'Cause love gets ruined by money and power and fame and
We're just two poor kids from a really rich city
My oh my, what
Intro:
Yea, go lil lan
(I was just calling to check on you because I was thinking of you and I wanted to make sure that you're doing okay.. let me
wanna pop a wheelie
Ride him like a Kawasaki
Big Phantom grill, cook the streets like hibachi
I'm sipping saki
I'ma roll like Gotti
Boy, why you
a nerd and you don't know what a condom is
The head still good though, the head still good though
Ladies say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"
Make a nigga say big
Intro:
Don't hate the game better hate the player...Brownskin like Jayda Wayda, send me the addy I'm deya I'm Deya...
Hook:
Dont hate the game
[Intro]
Lil Mayky made this shxt
[Hook]
I want hundred mill and countin by my lonely
I don't want this hoe yeah new blueberry on me
I am just hit yo
outta OGC
Like this like that yeah yeah yeah
(Dru Ha--yes, Dru Ha)
Yo what you hear is not a test
I do this shit with ease
I go by the name of the Big
girlfriend and sister
By mr. thuggish ruggish himself nigga wit big ol' nuts
Represent them st. clair cleveland soldiers don't give a fuck to get buck
To all
Yeah
G-unit
[Intro]
I've been so many places
I've seen so many faces
Girl you look like someone that I've done fucked before
I've been
quenched by your life giving water
Such saving grace, big Bro I flaunt ya
By you the Pop sees a son or a daughter
I wanna bring more to our family
Oh Lord
Racin' them cars, sippin' moonshine from a mason jar
There's mansions next to double-wides
There's rich folks rednecks side by side
Lord I miss that land
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