| where the cuts is dark and hoes are marked
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| and gun barking make a nigga meet the white chalk
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| (inhales) now blaze one before it all get it started
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| BIG MONEY HEAVY WEIGHT !
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| Turn the TV channel, real life soprano
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| got the coke the dope, bitches, guns and ammo
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| I will lurk ya bitch to get filthy rich
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| BIG MONEY HEAVY WEIGHT !
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| See I hold my hood down with that gunplay
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| around the way nigga know about my gunplay
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| so get ready, brace yourself or get money then holla
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| BIG MONEY HEAVY WEIGHT !
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| I got that snow, that mega blow
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| that brick yella fella
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| rock, is on the block, ya heared me nigga
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| The BT’s breaking down Ki’s please, we BIG MONEY HEAVY WEIGHT !
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| Nigga hustled the case and cleared the safe
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| Hit a lick, hundred chips and cleared the place
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| Another robbery turned into a murder case, behind
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| BIG MONEY HEAVY WEIGHT !
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| Act like you know man
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| the southern snow man
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| leave your brains in your lap I fear no man
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| I’m the reaper dude, ask your people dude
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| I move
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| BIG MONEY HEAVY WEIGHT !
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| Nigga catch me in the hood smoking la la (la la)
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| Me, Cito, and Troy and we riding fly
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| Shining is an everyday thing
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| BIG MONEY HEAVY WEIGHT !
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| That boy next to me, he pushing XTC
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| Got ya girl dick sucking in a lexus jeep
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| Nigga hood rich stars, pushing fly ass cars
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| Bitches love.
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| BIG MONEY HEAVY WEIGHT !
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| On the block where the cops glocks won’t stop
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| all night hustle niggas trying to weigh it out
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| we get money nigga, if you gonna flip it you get
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| BIG MONEY HEAVY WEIGHT !
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| If you don’t know kid, I slang that blow shit
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| But they can’t catch a nigga like me with no evidence up in my residence
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| Cuz I’m
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| BIG MONEY HEAVY WEIGHT !
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| Triple beam lab, ghetto machines
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| Cocaine, Coco leaf, marijuana this is street dreams
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| Biatch, he’s out the penn this our life we got.
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| BIG MONEY HEAVY WEIGHT !
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| In the Florida Keys my nigga Trick front ki’s
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| Hook a buck, half a buck and even OZ’s
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| Nigga get ya game up If you want ya fame up, I’m the
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| BIG MONEY HEAVY WEIGHT !
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| Big trucks, big nuts, nigga big guns
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| big figgaz, big niggas big hood luv
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| Keep it real and have no fear when it comes to.
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| BIG MONEY HEAVY WEIGHT !
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| Cocaine and Rogaine, I got it cousin
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| Ain’t got my money than the mutha fuckin’eagle bustin'
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| You know the real bruh, these niggas kill for the
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| BIG MONEY HEAVY WEIGHT !
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| We drive Range Rovers, Cadillacs and Maybachs
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| Game over, bitch nigga we was born soldiers
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| We do it one way, the hard way get it up fasho nigga
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| BIG MONEY HEAVY WEIGHT !
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| For the power of the Kitty Cat
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| Niggaz gettin’at
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| Moving blow out the sto’where they sittin at Please, fuck the cops, niggaz choppin up rocks, to get
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| BIG MONEY HEAVY WEIGHT ! |
| (WEIGHT, WEIGHT, WEIGHT) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big Money Heavyweight , by - Big Tymers. Song from the album Big Money Heavyweight, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп