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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, John Doe (hold up)
I just fucked bitch in some Young Money flip flops
I'm smoking on that loud and you can hear a pin (hold up)
I just kissed my and I left 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 like Laettner
I'm putting some straightener, into all of 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 up, talk to my agent or
They talk about you to your
Man, no conversation or
No by association
I need for my compensation
Or we make a corpse out of your
I need my donation, take drugs in
That AK gon' like a standing ovation
landing your facial your bandana rosacia
I'm all numbers, comparisons, racials
Collateral, collateral. Xanax and adderal got me
Me and your bitch compatible, go together like a and a "geronimo"
This dick is mechanical, but he get too up in the vaginal
I pop a viagra, she hop like a kangaroo, suck a snaggle-tooth
I ain't got time for no rumors when I am not human, or you men, I'm
I'm fucking her, fucking her roomie. I'm platinum versus
I'm shrooming, a bitch that 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 niggas that me
But I might shoot up my class reuinion
I'm that Houston like it's communion
on weed, bright as a petunia
I'm walking around miss America 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 your name the chalupa
Money since the Mayans, thugging the riots
Cystic simplifying, higher than
Lying off the diet, eat the safari
Pop a coca body, keep it and sour
Watch the market
Find a wooden counter, on it twice an count 'em
Competition, 'em
Opposition
Watch the bitches
mama
Commom sense ain't
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
me A-salaam Alaykum bottle
What can I say about it, Pray about it
I just race the rari' left it way behind me, taste the
Loud ass blatant
I think the loudest, waking zombies
Break a face or promise, give me steak
Hate your honor still my mama's baby, and my mamas
They riders, Can't deflate them tires
I'm chasing commas
I made Big tymers
And i'm still taking time to 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 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 meant that. Cause he looked me in my eyes and he even opened my door before he said it, you 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
So out to homie