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Big 38 [Verse] Smokin’ cigars fatter than a Swisher sweet Caught him on a corner, ni*** thought he had me beat I’m on location, I’ma die right in the streets Shooters trailin’ on my reel wit’ a Glock on a seat He wanna whip me see what’s up, ni*** smoke somethin’ Talkin’ like he ’bout it, you ain’t never (?) somethin’Baby Joe’d somethin’ I talk that talk, I walk that walk, You know I tote somethin’ Bitch I’m out that 8, I said it straight I’m tryna blow somethin’ Put my flex down, I’ma spray that tec round, Ben put the bet down I’ma spin then spin again and wet their block until the sun down In FruitTown not far from sundown, we ain’t make not one sound Keep passin’ by their trap ain’t that bitch get burnt down’ Menace to society and I won’t stop for nobody And what you mean you know we ’bout it, I get work with the shotty He ran his bike in KK (?), I up that bitch and I shot him Never be silent, we be wylin’, where I’m from they get violent I got that money, turnt to poppin’, collected over two bodies And I invested in this smoke so if you want it we got it Plus I’ve been boomed up off of that molly, bitch I’m turnt up my body I don’t give a f*** ’bout what you say, bitch you ain’t stepped on nobody RIP boo bitch, he’d been spinnin’ on shit before they caught him We never beef with shit to sleep, I take that name as a daughter I started steppin’ on my one, I turned myself to a rodder Tryin’ to knock you niggas out, bitch I done lost every dollar I run it up and get it back, I’m tryna slatt shit, I’ll wipe his nose Bitch I buy that food from Birdman, B ain’t never closed Bitch I’m out that north and every ni*** wit’ me throw them thou’s Bitch I got a problem, ask my momma, I be whoopin’ hoes Now eat that dick up, better make you spit up before I beat it up Don’t wanna leave more time to f***, take our clothes and make her get the f*** She say that I’m a dirty bitch and I’m wrong but I don’t give a f*** When you tryna be a part this business you can hit me up (?) They ain’t gotta say my name, I’m a stud He movin’ wrong, they say he tellin’ so I cannot f*** wit’ (?) Crash the party, walk up in that bitch to get me started My comprehenesion is distorted, ask me can I spell like (?) He talk ’bout takin’ mine, you must not heard I slang that iron Don’t do no blinkin’ or no duckin’ when it’s bitch I go to firin’ All behind my cousin and the bottom shot eleven times The clip 141, I counted it, only came out to 9 Oh (me f***?) wit’ nine, what niggas say when you red it Spin on your block with them cutters and we gon’ see who be steppin’ He say he down to ride, we’ll send that bitch up to heaven Stay with them shots, I keep that Glock, I feel in love when I met it He want in wit’ me, ni*** smoke somethin’ Younthink a ni*** playin’, when you drop your nuts pu*** bitch you gotta show somethin’ This ni*** must think I’m a heart (?), I gotta do this ni*** dead Spin the beam nand smash ’em all up on the porch or somethin’ (Ok, I’m a 38 baby for real) Straight out that north livin’ lavish My youngin’ never had a daddy, he’ll let a bitch have it I have my pack inside the house, put m stick under the matress And if a ni*** don’t mistake, not as well I call magic (That slime shit)
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