Lyrics Big Emblem Benz - Father

Big Emblem Benz

Nigga born of sin
Can u bring a friend?
Bitch I hate all ya friends
Sack chasing bitches
Always tried to play match maker wit cha
While I sat around and stacked paper
Bitch scrutinizing me «ooh she out your league»
Push her out her seat
And piss on her
Lick it up, it’s a diuretic
There’s niggas I’d wish would die already
Pull up to your funeral
In the uniform I left the club in
Man purse with a fuckin snub in it
Yo Atlanta I don’t get no love in it
I just get racks return and rub it in
Rub her pussy then I buss up in it
Keep the baby got enough to spend
Keep ya bitch we ain’t gone fuck again
If she fuck again that’s yo luck my friend
Big emblem Benz (aye)
Ridin wit no tint (ya)
Bitch hair did (laid)
Blowin in the wind (ya)
Highway to hell (okay)
Nigga born of sin
Can u bring a friend?
Bitch I hate all ya friends
La-la-la-la-la
Thumb through the check
La-la-la-la-la
These hoes is waitin
Big emblem Benz (aye)
Ridin wit no tint (ya)
Bitch hair did (laid)
Blowin in the wind (ya)
Highway to hell (okay)
Nigga born of sin
Can u bring a friend?
Bitch I hate all ya friends
Big emblem Benz (aye)
Ridin wit no tint (ya)
Bitch hair did (laid)
Blowin in the wind (ya)
Highway to hell (okay)
Nigga born of sin
Can u bring a friend?
Bitch I hate all ya friends
La-la-la-la-la
Thumb through the check
Ya ya aye ya yo okay let’s get it lets get it
Big emblem Benz ya
Big emblem Benz aye
Ridin wit no tint
Gimme more I want more
Gimme more I want more
Big emblem Benz aye
Ridin wit no tint
Gimme more I want more
I want more I want more