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[Verse 1: Lil
Big on brabas, that's all I know
Big shotties in the closet, all I wore
"money over power"
Quote,
And if the get too low, kidnap John Doe (hold up)
I just fucked your bitch in some Young Money flip
I'm smoking on loud and you can hear a pin drop (hold up)
I just kissed my bitch and I left in her mouth (yeah)
Swimming in my money, I smell when I count
Get 'em
Skating and mating, I'm spinning like
I'm running like Peyton, I'm Christian Laettner
I'm putting some straightener, all of these Satans I'm
Wilder than Nathan, Goliath on
I'm quietly waiting I'm to be patient but
They me to wait for Simon to say it but
I am to pay this up, to my agent or
talk about you to your congregation
Man, no conversation or
No by association
I confirmation for my compensation
Or we make a corpse out of your
I need my donation, take drugs in
That AK gon' sound a standing ovation
They landing your facial bandana rosacia
I'm all numbers, comparisons, racials
Collateral, collateral. Xanax and got me unparralleled
Me and your bitch compatible, go together like a and a "geronimo"
This dick is mechanical, but he get too casual up in the
I pop a viagra, she hop a kangaroo, suck like a snaggle-tooth
I got time for no rumors when I am not human, or you men, I'm booming
I'm fucking her, fucking her roomie. I'm platinum aluminum
I'm shrooming, a bitch lasts well I'm assuming
My is gloomy, but fuck it I zoom in
And now I see movement, and I'd like to thank all her niggas that me
But I still might up my class reuinion
I'm that Houston like it's communion
on weed, bright as a petunia
I'm walking miss America like I'm the king, king of Zamunda
hanging around with my shooters when you was still hanging out with Mr Cooper
Which one of you niggas want beef? I'm putting name outside the chalupa
Money the Mayans, thugging since the riots
Cystic simplifying, higher than
off the diet, eat the whole safari
Pop a coca body, it soft and sour
Watch the tower
a wooden counter, knock on it twice an count 'em
Competition, 'em
Opposition
the bitches shower
Optimistic
Commom sense common
Top scholar, so far from the bottom
They can't me holler
All i say is our, all i say is our, our
My lil bae a model, pussy taste cobbler
Make me A-salaam Alaykum
more can I say about it, Pray about it
I race the rari' left it way behind me, taste the mileage
Loud ass blatant
I think they the loudest, zombies
a face or promise, give me steak lasagna
Hate your honor still my mama's baby, and my mamas
They some riders, Can't them tires
I'm still chasing
Nigga I made Big
And i'm still taking to make it timeless
problems, sick shit
Ay yeah, yeahhh..

[Skit: Lil
The nicest thing the fans can say to me when they approach me on the street is any Fcking thing. True, anything real. You know what i mean, that's the nicest thing. I mean like, even if its cliche. Cliche i'm not gonna still tell when that chiche is straight from your heart and that's all you could say when you saw me or if you meant it, like even if its that, like i said if its real. You know why? Cause sometimes people can say things that so real to them that they don't really know that some of the things they are saying isn't official. But you know, things i mean like example: you might walk up on somebody, I might walk up on somebody on the street and they might, they might... shout out the valet from today, might shout out the valet from yesterday, before you the door of my car, you're looking in my eyes, you're a young cat, you look me in the eyes an you say ahh, his english wasn't all that, he said: I really like the new album, I really like the new project
And i said to him like thank you man, he meant that. Cause he looked me in my eyes and he even opened my door before he said it, you know what i mean I was like dmn when i got in the car i was like dmn its not a project. You know i don't even consider dmn shit not an album just a mix tape, but to him that thing was real could be a project not an album
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