Niggas say they keep they Nina and they not slipping
That's cool I got mine so I'm not tripping
I got this shit on a handle they can not rip him
We defend and score boy, Scott Pippen, we defend and score boy, them lakers
Bitch you not cute enough for you to get favors
Nigga switched up all of sudden cuz he been hating
You won't catch me with that girl If I can't penetrate her
You won't catch me with that girl if we can't make no money
This shit all born in me you can't take it from me
A nigga try to set the play it's gone take a dummy
If dog take fifty cents he gone take a hundred
All that jeffin' bout the sauce you done lost it all
Nigga doing all that hesi ain't crossed at all
Like the bitch ate the shoes, Todd hit the dog
If a nigga make my list Tay a cross him off
The way the hoes give me head ima bad man
Yo nigga lame got you thinking he the bag man, tell all freaky hoes they should tap in
Nigga you ain't had shit since back then!
Bitch I just did patron got me feelin' groovy
Punch cuz in his eye, I think he gone sue me
The latest lie from that nigga came out a movie
Peep how niggas really jeffin and this shit is spooky
Girly really ratted out, not my type, I block all that blitzing shit
Big Mike, my nine hole fifty, Big Mike, Unc maro orange with a big stripe
He think he want shake it up, tell him think twice
He don't get no second chance he on thin ice
He say he don't love girl but he been wifed, nigga mad that she slid sick he came Ike
Feel like Draymond I be kicking shit
You gone need a bucket for this drip and shit
I'm tryna go to London on my Tipton shit
All this f*ckin' sauce around we need some chicken strips
All this f*cking sauce around we need refrigerators
Niggas soft as hell they just instigators, pick and choose who I'm gone hit dog I been a playa'
Buffies on but in real life I been a slayer
It's so hard to choose dawg I got different flavors, pop up at doggy house and get it renovated
It ain't no dream I'll tell you or no Jeff I'll tell you, fresh as hell T is Front Row Appearal
Ain't letting shit slide but I'll let the dust settle, my lil piece hit, nigga I just need the bezel
Bitch look at the time, nigga, I got on a Don, nigga
Swear to god, I'm in the booth I ain't lying, nigga
I ain't have to use my notes, I ain't trying, nigga
If a nigga do something crazy it ain't sliding nigga!
FlashyWes - Big Mike Lyrics
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Niggas say they keep they Nina and they not slipping
That's cool I got mine so I'm not tripping
I got this shit on a handle they can not rip him
We defend and score boy, Scott Pippen, we defend and score boy, them lakers
Bitch you not cute enough for you to get favors
Nigga switched up all of sudden cuz he been hating
You won't catch me with that girl If I can't penetrate her
You won't catch me with that girl if we can't make no money
This shit all born in me you can't take it from me
A nigga try to set the play it's gone take a dummy
If dog take fifty cents he gone take a hundred
All that jeffin' bout the sauce you done lost it all
Nigga doing all that hesi ain't crossed at all
Like the bitch ate the shoes, Todd hit the dog
If a nigga make my list Tay a cross him off
The way the hoes give me head ima bad man
Yo nigga lame got you thinking he the bag man, tell all freaky hoes they should tap in
Nigga you ain't had shit since back then!
Bitch I just did patron got me feelin' groovy
Punch cuz in his eye, I think he gone sue me
The latest lie from that nigga came out a movie
Peep how niggas really jeffin and this shit is spooky
Girly really ratted out, not my type, I block all that blitzing shit
Big Mike, my nine hole fifty, Big Mike, Unc maro orange with a big stripe
He think he want shake it up, tell him think twice
He don't get no second chance he on thin ice
He say he don't love girl but he been wifed, nigga mad that she slid sick he came Ike
Feel like Draymond I be kicking shit
You gone need a bucket for this drip and shit
I'm tryna go to London on my Tipton shit
All this f*ckin' sauce around we need some chicken strips
All this f*cking sauce around we need refrigerators
Niggas soft as hell they just instigators, pick and choose who I'm gone hit dog I been a playa'
Buffies on but in real life I been a slayer
It's so hard to choose dawg I got different flavors, pop up at doggy house and get it renovated
It ain't no dream I'll tell you or no Jeff I'll tell you, fresh as hell T is Front Row Appearal
Ain't letting shit slide but I'll let the dust settle, my lil piece hit, nigga I just need the bezel
Bitch look at the time, nigga, I got on a Don, nigga
Swear to god, I'm in the booth I ain't lying, nigga
I ain't have to use my notes, I ain't trying, nigga
If a nigga do something crazy it ain't sliding nigga!
That's cool I got mine so I'm not tripping
I got this shit on a handle they can not rip him
We defend and score boy, Scott Pippen, we defend and score boy, them lakers
Bitch you not cute enough for you to get favors
Nigga switched up all of sudden cuz he been hating
You won't catch me with that girl If I can't penetrate her
You won't catch me with that girl if we can't make no money
This shit all born in me you can't take it from me
A nigga try to set the play it's gone take a dummy
If dog take fifty cents he gone take a hundred
All that jeffin' bout the sauce you done lost it all
Nigga doing all that hesi ain't crossed at all
Like the bitch ate the shoes, Todd hit the dog
If a nigga make my list Tay a cross him off
The way the hoes give me head ima bad man
Yo nigga lame got you thinking he the bag man, tell all freaky hoes they should tap in
Nigga you ain't had shit since back then!
Bitch I just did patron got me feelin' groovy
Punch cuz in his eye, I think he gone sue me
The latest lie from that nigga came out a movie
Peep how niggas really jeffin and this shit is spooky
Girly really ratted out, not my type, I block all that blitzing shit
Big Mike, my nine hole fifty, Big Mike, Unc maro orange with a big stripe
He think he want shake it up, tell him think twice
He don't get no second chance he on thin ice
He say he don't love girl but he been wifed, nigga mad that she slid sick he came Ike
Feel like Draymond I be kicking shit
You gone need a bucket for this drip and shit
I'm tryna go to London on my Tipton shit
All this f*ckin' sauce around we need some chicken strips
All this f*cking sauce around we need refrigerators
Niggas soft as hell they just instigators, pick and choose who I'm gone hit dog I been a playa'
Buffies on but in real life I been a slayer
It's so hard to choose dawg I got different flavors, pop up at doggy house and get it renovated
It ain't no dream I'll tell you or no Jeff I'll tell you, fresh as hell T is Front Row Appearal
Ain't letting shit slide but I'll let the dust settle, my lil piece hit, nigga I just need the bezel
Bitch look at the time, nigga, I got on a Don, nigga
Swear to god, I'm in the booth I ain't lying, nigga
I ain't have to use my notes, I ain't trying, nigga
If a nigga do something crazy it ain't sliding nigga!
Writer: Wesley Timmons
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