Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big Homie , by - Big Scoob. Song from the album Duality, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.05.2018
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Big Homie |
| You suckas not used to this |
| And some of y’all new to this |
| I have been doing this |
| No need improving this |
| I am the Big Homie |
| Let me teach for a second |
| Have a drink and preach and speak for a second |
| Evil devil is present, I speak my mind and keep me a weapon |
| Tell the truth it’s a blessing |
| One hundred proof in the booth ain’t no guessing |
| I get down from the getting |
| Stay on my square, I’m a bear, don’t upset him |
| Ain’t no faking and jeffing |
| Rear end, I’m fair out, break bread with my brethren |
| If you need it I sell it |
| Dope fiends want 16s I ship it and mail it |
| When dealing with niggas like me in the streets |
| Man there’s one thing you gotta know |
| I’m not taking no shit, I don’t trip off no bitch |
| I’m just focused on getting dough |
| You not taking nothing from me |
| Especially not no money |
| I got the stick on me |
| So please don’t walk up on me |
| If you do not know me |
| I am the big homie |
| Trapped in the struggle |
| Out in the rain, I’m in pain |
| Steady dodging these puddles |
| Hard to be subtle, stars on the brain |
| I’m insane got me aiming the muzzle |
| Piece in the puzzle, slamming this liquour |
| I’m different, I’m banging my knuckles |
| Fuck yo rebuttal |
| I gives a shit what you with, I’m out hunting for trouble |
| Flexing my muscle, in it to win it, gon' get it |
| No stopping this hustle |
| Breaking the huddle, stick to the play, what I say |
| Make our way out the struggle |
| When dealing with niggas like me in the streets |
| Man there’s one thing you gotta know |
| I’m not taking no shit, I don’t trip off no bitch |
| I’m just focused on getting dough |
| You not taking nothing from me |
| Especially not no money |
| I got the stick on me |
| So please don’t walk up on me |
| If you do not know me |
| I am the big homie |
| Killing the mic, give you my life up |
| The hype spill the dyke when I write |
| Ready for flight, damn near can touch it |
| Gon' crush it, this shits in my sight |
| Move with the night |
| Slippery rope on the slope |
| Hope you holding it tight |
| All of my might, far from a quitter |
| A gritter, I’m still in the fight |
| Counting my stripes, swinging and missing |
| Not out and I’m proud of my stripes |
| Ignition ignite, my motor is revving |
| I’m ready, gon' blow through the light |
| When dealing with niggas like me in the streets |
| Man there’s one thing you gotta know |
| I’m not taking no shit, I don’t trip off no bitch |
| I’m just focused on getting dough |
| You not taking nothing from me |
| Especially not no money |
| I got the stick on me |
| So please don’t walk up on me |
| If you do not know me |
| I am the big homie |