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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 bread get too low, kidnap Doe (hold up)
I just fucked your bitch in some Money flip flops
I'm on that loud and you can hear a pin drop (hold up)
I just kissed my bitch and I codeine in her mouth (yeah)
Swimming in my money, I smell chlorine when I
Get 'em
Skating and mating, I'm spinning Daytons
I'm running like Peyton, I'm Christian Laettner
I'm putting some straightener, into all of these I'm
Wilder than Nathan, on David
I'm quietly I'm trying to be patient but
want me to wait for Simon to say it but
I am to pay up, talk to my agent or
talk about you to your congregation
Man, no conversation or
No affiliation by
I need for my compensation
Or we make a corpse out of your
I need my donation, take in rotation
AK gon' sound like a standing ovation
They landing your your bandana rosacia
I'm all about numbers, comparisons,
Collateral, collateral. Xanax and adderal got me
Me and your bitch compatible, go together like a and a "geronimo"
dick is mechanical, but he get too casual up in the vaginal
I pop a viagra, she hop like a kangaroo, suck like a
I ain't got time for no rumors 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 that lasts well I'm assuming
My vision is gloomy, but fuck it I in
And now I see movement, and I'd like to thank all her that school me
But I still shoot up my class reuinion
I'm sipping that like it's communion
Focus on weed, bright as a
I'm walking around miss America like I'm the king, king of
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 since the Mayans, thugging the riots
Cystic simplifying, than Orion
off the diet, eat the whole safari
Pop a coca body, keep it soft and
Watch the tower
Find a wooden counter, knock on it twice an 'em
Competition, 'em
chowder
Watch the bitches
Optimistic
Commom ain't common
Top position scholar, so far from the
They hear me holler
All i say is our, all i say is our, our
My lil bae a model, pussy taste cobbler
Make me Alaykum bottle
What more can I say about it, about it
I race the rari' left it way behind me, taste the mileage
Loud ass blatant
I think they the loudest, zombies
Break a face or promise, me steak lasagna
Hate honor still my mama's baby, and my baby mamas
They some riders, Can't deflate tires
I'm still chasing
I made Big tymers
And i'm still taking time to make it
Dedication problems, 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, 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 open 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 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 that 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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