| Ugh, lord forgive me for my sins, I was chasin' ends
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| And I’m into makin' money, I ain’t in to making friends
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| Cause these niggas rattin', I ain’t finna take a chance
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| Homie said he bout that action and grab me and take a stand
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| Say loyalty make a man, got a homie and he told
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| I don’t even shake his hand, I dont even crack a smile
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| Knew him since a child, man this game so wild
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| But niggas made vows to a code I never break
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| Ridin' in the heavy weight
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| Thirty-six O’s in the bird, call it feather weight
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| Never on time, when I show up I be ready late
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| Niggas got fat while we starved they already ate
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| And I’m trying to get full, masks on clips full
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| If he got the money we attack him like a pitbull
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| We sellin' soft, we sellin' hard like its a brick store
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| On my dick nigga, thats what I thought your chick for
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| You pissed off, I only deal with the big dogs
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| Could’ve bought a Maybach before I signed with Rick Ross
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| That’s the reason that I’m turnin' up
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| Doin' donuts while these haters got these niggas burnin' up
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| Niggas want to murder us, this label want me purpula
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| You ain’t talkin' money to me I need a interpreter
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| Cause I can’t understand that, money rubber band that
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| Take off in my city, and your city where I land at
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| When I’m in your town forty rounds in my damn strap
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| Boy what a feeling getting hit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big Freestyle , by - Meek Mill. Song from the album Flamers 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп