- Mike WiLL Made-It Big God 歌詞
- Mike WiLL Made-It
- Ear Drummers
Fuck is my ransom, homie
Hey wassup, tell me whats
In your cup (what you sippin)
You from the hood too
Dont be actin all stuck up
You gettin money lil baby
I guess we eatin (I guess we eatin)
I get to rollin blunts
While Im talkin to Gs
Ayy, only the lil homie stuck
See me runnin this shit up (flexin)
Ayy, only the lil homie stuck
Big up (talk to you)
Only the lil homie stuck
Niggas tryin, niggas dyin
Niggas greedy, everyday
Shit get real, shit get hard
Niggas need you, everyday
Only the lil homie stuck, big up
Only the lil homie stuck, yeah
Guess Ima hold it down
Ima hold it down
I cant scratch this shit enough
Dont snitch, bitch, hold it down
Niggas aint know shit
So quit the switch, dont fuck around
What the fuck you pullin out the gat for
If you dont plan to blowin it down
Bitch, you plottin on yo main man
Im lookin good for that
Rest in peace to 44 P
They hurt the hood with that
Look at all these po ass kids
The hood fucked up
This shit was never my dream
Hustle from fuck ups
Sit back, blowin some green
Talk to the big god
Can you please bless my fam
With tickets too much to ask for
Nigga need ya, niggas tryna be greedy
Just want good for my people
Forgive me of all my evils
I dont mean a lot
But youre tough and I need ya
Everyone dont fuck
Dont give a fuck, I keep her
Baby hit the balls
Baby rough on the weepers
Scratchin like a panther
Puttin bucks on the liters
Hey wassup, tell me whats
In your cup (what you sippin)
You from the hood too
Dont be actin all stuck up
You gettin money lil baby
I guess we eatin (I guess we eatin)
I get to rollin blunts
While Im talkin to Gs
Ayy, only the lil homie stuck
See me runnin this shit up (flexin)
Ayy, only the lil homie stuck
Big up (talk to you)
Only the lil homie stuck
I pay all my niggas
Yall payin the badge
Live zone 6, with deep mac
Trap way in the back (I remember my niggas)
In front of church, guns
A TV and a bootleg DVD
You old players need to
Stop hatin on these young ballers
Barkley and Shaq, TNT
Diamond Lane, DLG
Off the seven like BLB
You almost high as GLD
Im from Compton so I dont expect you
To understand my POV
I done bossed up bosses
Thats why I said Im a young OG
Now done sold more than a P
And I ran from not one nigga
Have you raised a bitch to lick dick
Just come give her (Hey)
I took too much molly
Alert the homies like come get her(fucked up)
Hell naw, if you strapped or
If he not so dont fuck with her (yeah)
My niggas gon be my niggas
No matter what
So Im stuck with them (yeah)
My bitches like bitches
But cant fuck, less I fuck with them
Like a toilet, thats blocked up
Yeah, Im deep in this shit
No sleepin
Im peepin, everythin breathin
No love in this shit
Go hard as the governor man
And no Im not lovin the bitch
Remember when the trap was bunkin
Niggas I thought I was makin money off
Of publishin shit (Ha ha, thats crazy)
I cant stop comin
Thats why I got so many babies
And bitches love a dog
Thats why I got so many ladies (What, what)
Hey wassup, tell me whats
In your cup (what you sippin)
You from the hood too
Dont be actin all stuck up
You gettin money lil baby
I guess we eatin ( I guess we eatin)
I get to rollin blunts
While Im talkin to Gs
Ayy, only the lil homie stuck
See me runnin this shit up (flexin)
Ayy, only the lil homie stuck
Big up (talk to you)
Only the lil homie stuck
Niggas tryin, niggas dyin
Niggas greedy, everyday
Shit get real, shit get hard
Niggas need you, everyday
Only the lil homie stuck, big up
Only the lil homie stuck, yeah
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