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Poodie Uh, yeah It's ya boy Boss Don Biggavel 'Bout to bring ya that wave So street, so wavy Got these niggas bobbing and weaving Oh man, 16000 the first week What kinda motherfuc*** black-ball a ni*** off YouTube I can tell ya who, baby I got new shoes Riding on the wave like gnarley, kill a ni*** probably I tell all the bitches my name Charly Bobby, Whitney, niggas tried to hit me Nigga my only fear is God should come and get me, quickly 'Fore these Bergen bitches try to put a ni*** on a death list My crew they getting restless Fuck it, I ain't never going back (never) They gon' have to find me like Sadaam, got Bigga tatooed on my arm Got Al Pac, he's a rider, he ready to squeeze on my command I'm 'bout to give him 100 grand, his brother was with me in the can (Peanut) They call him Peanut Pour me a swigga and roll the weed up, G's Up Max, I remember that (yeah) you and Grease yall the shit Together y'all the Men In Black. Will Smith- Numbers I can do if these lip singing bitches stop hating on my movement Beamer like a cruise ship Whip it up nice, that's a cool flip, brought it back big Bigga the quarterback kid Ow All my Gain Greene niggas getting paid Mami I blow 100 away investing in real estate I'm a ride (Oww) Nigga you's a bitch, take a look at my eyes Mami wonder why (why) My 4-4 gon' make sure that Poodie won't grow Baby I'm the don (don) Got the chickens lookig' good Take a look at my arm Ow Nigga did, only 16000 When we go to the mall, baby we ain't browsing Baby we be, selling in front of housing, non-stop, pirate Moving in 20 degree climates I miss, driving in the sunset Baby open your mouth, I'm tryna get your tongue wet. Dumb sex- Three or four bitches in a day, it's enough dick for all of them Gain Greene niggas steady balling Bottles we be pouring You got another ni*** wave. Baby I'm making 10 a day I was in the shade tryna cool off, cause a ni*** really on fire Jimmy, I'm 'bout to make him retire Sour got me higher, on a different level Got me 'bout to make a deal with the devil I can see the, reflection off the bezel It glitter off the BB I tell these niggas to come and see me. Freely Biggavel spit it, give you pain. They tryna ban lip sing Ask about your ni*** cause I get it in, we clocking them Benjamins Whenever you look up your bitch is fuc*** with him again Oww Yeah Least night I had the skeeze Felt so good it had to be Me and my homies, we gettin' paid Man oh man, we gotta it made Lotta niggas wanna roll with the team Lotta niggas wanna join Gain Greene But if you go against Greene I will I'm a let the semi-auto spill Bigga chill, better sip on some Hennessy Nigga 'fore you bleed, we ridin' on our enemies Hit them niggas up, 'fore them pace that bullshit, bomb first Niggas that keep they money in Converse, arms thirst Tryna get a hit, ain't no tellin' what she do Is she there for ya rock, then she stick it in the stem Bigga getting it again, Blizz came, put me in the mood Bought me a 5th of Grand Cru Got you niggas sitting in the studio, dreaming of the Grammy's Stressing and contemplating the plan B Family always come first when there's prices, got spices Biggaveli the nicest Ow [Hook]
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