Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Payback (feat. Murs), artist - Ab-Soul. Album song Long Term 1 & 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.04.2015
Record label: AAA
Song language: English
Big Payback (feat. Murs) |
Before I exit out this motherfucker, bet you know my name |
I’m into Swisher Sweets and five dollar champagne |
You should join my campaign before I lose my damn brain |
I’m chasing the wind and I don’t know if I’m losing or winning |
Damn shame, shit, I ain’t complaining |
It’s no limits nigga, it’s only entertainment |
So I’m in the Bugatti and got the burner too |
Right place, right time, I’ll murder you |
Huh, I finally did it, what’s the use in being witty ain’t nobody with it |
I’d rather sticky my woody in a wonder woman |
So good I might never want another one |
But I’mma always want another woman, real nigga to the core my dude |
Straight from the liquor store from getting more sippy from me |
And my recipients 'til we stumble to the floor my dude |
Straight off top, T.D.E. |
till 3003 |
No scratch that, I can’t calculate that exact |
My downfall will probably never be an incident though |
Use your mind, don’t just listen to the instrumental |
Read the signs before you end up in a pile of shit |
You probably did, the least you can do is crack a window |
You smell that? |
And if I catch him taking a nap, I tell him that… |
I hope it hit you like a bus done run up ito ya |
I’m only fucking with ya, I know it’s nothing to ya |
What I gotta make is something to ya |
Slept on us long enough, you got it coming to ya |
See me I’m from the mid, don’t fuck with the kid |
Heavy artillery, this long will split your wig |
Put your fitted on the curb, you know, rip your lid |
Brains on the sidewalks you know what it is, that is |
I got that strict mentality |
Razorblade in my mouth, bitch wanna battle me |
Huh? |
I slice this bitch up, I ain’t playing |
Snare need stitches from the words that I’m saying |
Name my badem, Repping L.A.'n |
Tattoo’s showing, mean muggin' at the way in |
Smack you with a bottle that I picked up on the way in |
And them niggas that rolling with you only with you cause you pay 'em |
And real niggas don’t get extorted |
We call for the mother ship, then we board it |
That mean we fly how we wanna fly |
Me and Ab coming for you, better go run and hide |
Look, I’m really sick, you need to quit, like quiet without the E |
Supplying the D-man's, sometimes it gets deep man |
You will die in the deep end, surviving to see it |
And I’mma be here, the bible is re-writ |
HiiiPower, you can yell it |
But make sure it’s three i’s when you spell it |
I’m at the bottom of the barrel, let them niggas tell it |
I might have to put the barrel to a niggas melon |
Pull up on a few hoes in the new McLaren |
Back to the condo, condom broke, now I’m apparent |
Still smiling in the mirror, nigga here to think |
Everybody got it coming to 'em, even me |
You only reap what you sow, you only get what you knit |
My garden’s grown, and I’m about to throw a fit |