| Yeah, yeah
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| Wassam?
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| Huh?
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| Wassam?
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| Yeah
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| Uh
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| Cartel boss
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| They say a bitch nigga tryna take mine, put his brake line on a flat
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| Came through the pipeline on the grapevine, I’m a lifeline, that’s a fact
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| I check her mouth out with a flashlight, search a nightgown with a strap
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| She might just eat dick with a razor in her mouth, bite down on the back (Woo)
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| Might put some Visine in your drink while you sleep, rip you out a couple racks
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| I’ll get you tied up, make you watch a real killer, hit your wife from the back
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| Know where your crib at, get your kids snatched, big Brasi, I’ma get you whacked
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| Don’t know the whereabouts of my warehouse, 'bout to put his face in a jam
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| Yeah, yeah, I live every day like my last, I wasn’t 'posed to be here
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| Yeah, yeah, I heard there’s a bag on my head, that’s why I’m posted in here
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| Yeah, yeah, ain’t gotta go in the stash, know I’m controllin' in here
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| Yeah, yeah, I go everywhere by myself, so you might not notice the kid
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| I’m the real thing, wassam, lil' bitch?
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| Out in public, no dap, lil' bitch
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| Already knowin' you ain’t that lil' bitch
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| Lot of niggas be cap, lil' bitch
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| Aw, yeah, I’m 'bout to jump in the coupe
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| With the retractable roof
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| Oh well, I got the men in this bitch
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| And they wanna go with they move (Oh well)
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| Ooh, left Yorkville, went to Stateville, they respectin' me like Jeff Fort
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| I’m one of them men beloved, yes, sir (Yes, sir)
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| Upright and independent, that’s us (That's us)
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| They just be talkin', call a nigga’s bluff
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| I go retarded with it in the clutch
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| I keep it humble, I ain’t never stutter, nigga, I’ll pop a nigga in the—
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| Yeah, yeah, I live every day like my last, I wasn’t 'posed to be here
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| Yeah, yeah, I heard there’s a bag on my head, that’s why I’m posted in here
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| Yeah, yeah, ain’t gotta go in the stash, know I’m controllin' in here
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| Yeah, yeah, I go everywhere by myself, so you might not notice the kid
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| We put the D on the ave, both feet in the lab
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| And I’m 'bout to go in the kit, stove
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| Heat up the slab with sixty-three grams
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| And cookin' the two in a split, woah
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| Hook in the bag, a hook in the jab
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| No singles, that’s all I got left
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| They either come with the cash, they slip on a mask
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| And then you get put on a shelf
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| I’m in here thumbin' through hundreds, I’m running through money
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| But I ain’t never run out of breath
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| I’m 'bout to meet with the runner, it come through the tunnel
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| I’m dumpin' this here for a check
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| They know I’m breadwinner, gunner, put that in the puddle
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| That muzzle up under your neck
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| I’m 'bout to punish the summer, I got this bitch jumpin'
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| And then I go jump on a jet
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| Yeah, yeah, I live every day like my last, I wasn’t 'posed to be here
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| Yeah, yeah, I heard there’s a bag on my head, that’s why I’m posted in here
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| Yeah, yeah, ain’t gotta go in the stash, know I’m controllin' in here
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| Yeah, yeah, I go everywhere by myself, so you might not notice the kid
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| Big hitta for the cartel
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| Big hitta for the cartel |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big Hittah , by - Kevin Gates. Song from the album Only The Generals Part II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп