Lyrics:
ain't bein' distracted by nothin'
Migits size to dekemba
I ain't back up from nothin'
Moms still stressin'
It ain't the kids its the bills stressin'
She
and get lifted,
Then connect the track with my soul,
Then I'm chasing down the big city lights,
Till I'm swerving out of control Yeah,
I grind from Monday
Can't blame her attitude, she a bad bitch
Yea, she drop it down low for a real one
Give a taste, leave you begging like a savage
Yea, ask around ain’t
your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By
your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By
not from this nation
Got them big sticks you would think that we hation
Fat shit only when I carry Hammer
Glock for the low they on sale down Atlanta
Smokin' big killa gettin' high in the Benz
In the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues
Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose
Yo' eyes, get froze,
Smokin' big killa gettin' high in the Benz
In the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues
Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose
Yo' eyes, get froze,
'Til I'm on, you can save all the sentiment
I'm in the lab formulating with the elements
Out of touch, staying low like a pessimist
Ice Cold for
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
sip drank by the paint so we stay throwed
And play our music slow
Ride red and ride blue
Them blue riders bang Watts, reds bang Screw
And on the North
Yeah I never seen a ceiling that I can't top
Big ball big Gala yeah we got a rack
Big bill big cheats yeah we on top
Just trying to have some fun
known for the dumpin
Talk shit and we gon get to bussin
Smoke loud roll loud by the dozen
Ion need a blue check but I want it
Ion need a blue check but I
at the door like guess who
I ain't listening to no non sense
Been my own boss for a minute now
Trippin on me then we sit it down
Big homie told me simmer down
backed up from nothing
Ma I'm still stressing
It ain't the kid it's the bills stressing, she hold it down on her own
She hold me down at the crib, hold
gold
Shorty in the back you hear her working on my lingo
Blue bills, look like Stitch no Lilo
Way I run the game you would think I had the cheat code
I’m
Stay on the low while I'm countin' my dough (Yeah!)
Fuck errbody, these bitches some hoes
Get on your knees bitch (Bitch!)
Give me some peace bitch
my dick big
Might say some crazy shit a nigga just ludacris
Come get pack sandman fucking lucas
Got some straps hollow points and fucking blue tips
a wood won't hit cause it's too stuffed
Ain't got no woods, gimme a blue Dutch
Told her slow down, you gone get the hiccups
Ball on these niggas like
better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body
As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party
Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew
Cold thing
goals by hidin in the muck
So I try to continue workin for big bucks
This is my world and it feels fucked up
Always got a twirl in my brain, fucked up
[Kurupt (Bad Azz)]
Yo what's up? (Aiyyo, what's up Kurupt)
A nigga feel so low that I can't come up
Dippin down the 101 blazin smoke
A trunk full
Never been a big money saver
Rather spend it all on a good time now
Than put it all away for later
Skydive off a skyscraper
Make the ground shake like
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
.jpg/259px-Big_Bill_Broonzy_(1951_publicity_photo).jpg "Big Bill Broonzy")
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