Naa naa naa There was a man Who grew too big It didn't matter what he did The girls would always run away When everybody laughs at you It can be humiliating
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stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of y'all, mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head
I'm talkin' to these Yeah, okay Yeah, ooh, ooh, this one's a vivrant thing LB, G.I. one fam, oh, my, bounce with me now Big, dawg, hot, I'm talkin', this
a punk like you Freeze motherfucker Get on your knees,hands behind you back Bow your heads,if you will please I'll swing my axe,watch the bodies fall Watch your head
, we major You see me, hi hater, hi hater, hi hater You see me, hi hater, hi hater, hi hater You see me, hi hater Yeah, dolla bills y'all, lotta bills
Bars I Put The Wolves On Ya I Put A Price On Ya Head, The Whole Hood Would Want Ya You Starting To Look Like Bread I Send The Boyz At You I Aint Talking
my yayo, Usher Raymond, that b-tch just keep on dancing dollar bills on top of dollar bills thats all I'm throwing, if she wont her momma will made n-ggas, talking
I was just a normal guy, life was just a nine to five With bills and pressure piled up to the sky She never asked, she knew I'd be hanging with my wilder
bad talk going around town Saying that Papa had three outside children And another wife and that ain't right I heard some talk about Papa doing some store front preaching Talking
same Since our lives became Years of bills, babies and chains Home ain't where his heart is anymore He may hang his hat behind our bedroom door But he don't lay his head
for my own team Too much division, head-on collisions Is blockin' my visionary skills Get back to the mission to pay my own bills Stay on point and I
to talk the vice? Do what you do Speakin on my crew Nigga, do what you do But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too [bushwick bill] Me and
on get naked for me streak, and let a nigga stroke [Repeat 4x] [Verse 4 - Juvenile] I ain't tryna talk a hole in yo head but I can tell you didn't excel
stop to the pain That goes on in my head every time it rains The Devil speaking so you listening to the thoughts Of an evil spirit in demonic verses and every time I talk
Ferrari to concrete I ain't even home and they 're talking about me fuck out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom nigger Free don't pay the bills Im ballin
'meen On top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed in Ya'meen? Yeah, yeah, yo How should I get it started, f*** it, just get it started? These trash talking
Walk witt me, talk witt me Sometimes I just sit and think You know it's hard to express it y'all That's why I put it all in ink Walk witt me, talk
