Song parody of
Big Meech
by Worldwide Playa
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Yea boy
I keep it on me
Never trust a hatter
On my moma
Thats on me
Get caught
Ridding dirty with
A whole trunk
Load of key
Thats on me
Hatters better not
Try me
Balling in the club
Bottles on me
Dressed fresh
Smelling like walking
Bag of money
Getting back rubs
In back of the vip
Rick Ross
Bmf like I was big meek
Hatters just mad
I'm getting so much cash
I got them hatting so bad
They hustle went down fast
Like a plane crash
Ya can smell that good
Through the plastic bag
We getting big bags
These boyz big mad
Pulling off fast
In that all black
With 200 on the dash
Ya wifey begging
The crew to smash
We saving her for last
Heavy weight
In out the states
Plate filled with
Lobster and stake
Big mobsters
Take over ya neighborhood
Mr rogers
Play dumb tring to dodge us
Popping shots at ya
Like we pop bottles
With lots of models
Swimming in cash
Keep the lawn cut
For snakes in the grass
Rose gold hanging off my neck
Looking like brass
Dimonds dripping
Shining like glass
Product shipping out fast
In them zip lock bags
Show up in all black
Leave ya bloody
Like a maxi pad
Never selling out
Working in the drought
I'm boss
Down South
Master p
J prince
Rick ross
Louisiana hot
Dripping sauce
Trap jumping like randy moss
Check the flavor
I need the cash money baby
Brand new Mercedes
Number one
Tracy mcgrady
Win championships
Micheal jordan
Tom brady
Thats on me
If ya try to play me
Lose ya life child
Wife and baby thats crazy
Yea boy
I keep it on me
Never trust a hatter
On my moma
Thats on me
Get caught
Ridding dirty with
A whole trunk
Load of key
Thats on me
Hatters better not
Try me
Balling in the club
Bottles on me
Dressed fresh
Smelling like walking
Bag of money
Getting back rubs
In back of the vip
Rick Ross
Bmf like I was big meek
Hatters just mad
I'm getting so much cash
I got them hatting so bad
They hustle went down fast
Like a plane crash
Ya can smell that good
Through the plastic bag
We getting big bags
These boyz big mad
Pulling off fast
In that all black
With 200 on the dash
Ya wifey begging
The crew to smash
We saving her for last
Heavy weight
In out the states
Plate filled with
Lobster and stake
Big mobsters
Take over ya neighborhood
Mr rogers
Play dumb tring to dodge us
Popping shots at ya
Like we pop bottles
With lots of models
Swimming in cash
Keep the lawn cut
For snakes in the grass
Rose gold hanging off my neck
Looking like brass
Dimonds dripping
Shining like glass
Product shipping out fast
In them zip lock bags
Show up in all black
Leave ya bloody
Like a maxi pad
Never selling out
Working in the drought
I'm boss
Down South
Master p
J prince
Rick ross
Louisiana hot
Dripping sauce
Trap jumping like randy moss
Check the flavor
I need the cash money baby
Brand new Mercedes
Number one
Tracy mcgrady
Win championships
Micheal jordan
Tom brady
Thats on me
If ya try to play me
Lose ya life child
Wife and baby thats crazy
