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1382 Lyrics - Artist : BigWalkDog
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BigWalkDog (Ayy, Mula, go get 'em, dog) Ayy, Scoota, turn me up, man Turn me up, bro Let's go You mention me, no discussion Talk about it or nothin' We came from nothin' to somethin' Won't ever go back to nothin' This for the killers, the hustlers Real niggas, no suckers Go-getters, gorillas Not for pretenders or busters Say what you know Jumped off the porch, see, that's the reason I'm thuggin' You give me three-eight for this 'bow, I might drive way to Kentucky Walk Kevin Gates, I push the weight, I won't get tired for nothin' I got the city on my back, I can't retire from hustlin' He must've ran down on that nigga speakin' foul in public Ain't no white flag, no referee, can't throw in towels or nothin' It might get ugly on this side 'cause niggas slide for nothin' If they put money on my head, I'ma come find the budget Hit a lick, make it double, go get it back out the struggle Ain't doin' no wrestlin', no tusslin' It's hollow tips off the muscle Fifteen a piece, I'ma bust 'em Mix rabbit food when I stuff 'em Might just conversion the cutter Go through one guy, hit another Ain't got no reason to love her Go broke, she leave for another I mix Wockhardt with the bubble Shit got me lookin' for covers Just head, I ain't lookin' for rubber Minute he switch, I'ma flush him Can't talk about it, discuss it Send him to God and the luggage Say let me ask him a question Remember back we was dusty? But now we ball like Mack, Butler Metric ton load on them busses I need four thousand to touch it My next-door neighbor from Russia He had cocaine in the duffle I won't get caught in the shuffle Bitch, I might Bitch, I might turn up, I been broke like forever If you get caught runnin' with that work, you better not speak on it never I might just fuck 'round, drop the beat, and rap this bitch acapella 'Cause I can't fuck around with rats, but I'll beef 'bout this cheddar We somewhere deep on the schedule Mind on repeat on the regular Two-twenty-threes out a Tesla Contract need commas and decimals I leveled up, I ain't regular You come through playin', they steppin' you Thirty-two hundred Giuseppe shoe Get it back off the revenue I know some shit they ain't never know Did some shit you could never do Backdoor once, we forever through Chop hold thirty like Stephen shoot Come through bottles and models I went spent racks on this Texas juice Spent some racks on this necklace too Reach your hand out, they stretchin' you Ain't no back and forth flexin', fool You let police come question you He a bitch and he tell it too Just some shit I'll never do I know niggas who never shoot Say they steppin' like Deltas do I like all of my cheddar blue I need racks to go make a move Play with us, they gon' make the news Ain't no pumpin' and fakin' shoot We gon' jump out and paint the room Got this Glock I can't wait to use Mama said she can't wait to move Thirteen over eighty-two Now they watchin' like pay-per-view I need that when my paper due, bitch |
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