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[Verse 1: Lil
Big on brabas, that's all I know
Big shotties in the closet, all I wore
Screaming "money power"
Quote,
And if the get too low, kidnap John Doe (hold up)
I fucked your bitch in some Young Money flip flops
I'm smoking on that loud and you can a pin drop (hold up)
I kissed my bitch and I left codeine in her mouth (yeah)
in my money, I smell chlorine 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 Nathan, Goliath on David
I'm quietly I'm trying to be patient but
They want me to wait for to say it but
I am to pay this up, talk to my or
talk about you to your congregation
Man, no or negotiation
No by association
I confirmation for my compensation
Or we a corpse out of your corporation
I need my donation, take in rotation
That AK gon' sound a standing ovation
landing your facial your bandana rosacia
I'm all numbers, comparisons, racials
Collateral, collateral. Xanax and got me unparralleled
Me and bitch compatible, go together like a parachute and a "geronimo"
dick is mechanical, but he get too casual up in the vaginal
I pop a viagra, she hop a kangaroo, suck like 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, her roomie. I'm platinum versus aluminum
I'm shrooming, a bitch that lasts 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 that school me
But I might shoot up my class reuinion
I'm sipping that Houston like communion
Focus on weed, bright as a
I'm walking around America like I'm the king, king of Zamunda
Been hanging around with my shooters you was still hanging out with Mr Cooper
Which one of you niggas want I'm putting your name outside the chalupa
since the Mayans, thugging since the riots
Cystic simplifying, higher Orion
off the diet, eat the whole safari
Pop a body, keep it soft and sour
the market tower
Find a counter, knock on it twice an count 'em
Competition, 'em
chowder
Watch the bitches
Optimistic
sense ain't common
Top position scholar, so far the bottom
They hear me holler
All i say is our, all i say is our, our
My lil bae a model, taste like cobbler
Make me A-salaam Alaykum
What more can I say it, Pray about it
I just race the rari' left it way behind me, taste the
Loud ass blatant
I think they the loudest, zombies
Break a face or promise, give me lasagna
your honor still my mama's baby, and my baby mamas
They some riders, Can't deflate tires
I'm chasing commas
Nigga I Big tymers
And i'm still taking time to make it
Dedication problems, sick
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, 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 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 not an album
So out to homie