| They talkin big baby
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| They they talkin big baby
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| They talkin big baby
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| They they talkin big baby
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| They don’t wanna play
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| They don’t wanna play
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| They don’t they don’t they don’t wanna play
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| They don’t wanna play they talkin big baby
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| They don’t wanna play
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| They don’t wanna play
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| They don’t wanna u can get the fuck up out of trill niggas way
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| Say u a killa killa
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| Say u bout that skrilla skrilla
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| Watch out wen them bullets spray (braaaaaaaaaaaaaaat)
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| Jus might get fill up fill up Mr. Potatoe Head
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| U gone make me kill this nigga
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| U claimin yo flow is sick?
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| Yea well mine is illa illa
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| Catch me in that dirty dirty
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| Feed up in that villa villa
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| So live I’m the 05 thrilla in manilla
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| Come thru with the triple village
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| Straight from the bottom to the top of the buildin
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| Nigga I’m about my bread!!!
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| My flow is yo ceilin ceilin
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| Nigga pop off
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| Finna get popped my word is booooorn
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| Wanna shoot the head up Meet me in the ring lets go it’s ooooon
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| Ain’t affraid wut u niggas got to offa
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| Got killas in the mit that’ll off ya Yawl niggas ain’t on the same level
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| Pull up pull off in the vocsha
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| One day in my life it el cost ya Look away look back I lost ya I ain’t a killa main
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| But I will thats word on my son and my up boan daughter
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| You meet me by the creek by the crawler
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| I’m the on sippin weight cruch the balla
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| You niggas is hustlin backwards
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| (they talkin big baby)
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| I tried to told em not to act up But he didnt listen
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| Now his colla bone and rib cage
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| Out of position
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| I’ma big dude
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| Trapped in a lil nigga body nigga
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| I ont know karate but ill body ya whole party
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| He ain’t see shit all he seen is a shottie
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| Next he seen jesus
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| Pick up the putisis
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| I’m the shit mattafact in shiesest
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| Don’t make me show u wut a beast is Nigga get on ya grind stoop ya Slackin on ya day to day
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| U know wut time it is and I ain’t flava flave
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| But ima new york nigga spittin razor blades
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| Ill leave u hurt like u label paid
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| U was tough last wee but u soundin real gay today
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| So get the fuck up out of trill niggas way
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| Man I will lean u like a kick stand
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| Rock u like a wristband
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| Cut chu then I switch hands
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| (they they talkin big baby)
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| Now all u pussy niggas
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| Fuck boys snitches and hoes
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| Make way for the trill slammin cadillac does
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| Represent for pop trunkers
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| Wit the trues and the voes
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| Chunkin deuces out the roof fuckin up the side shows
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| From the pros to begginners
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| L 7's to the winners
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| Southern course steakas
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| To the chicken dinnas
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| And grind all the binnas
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| And need to get it out
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| Find a tight trap
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| And then I said it out
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| Bet cha bout them dolla
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| On the best cause I’m back
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| I’m the true and certified who resieded pimpin back
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| Fat joe is cood coke and the crack and the flesh
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| Young jeezy the snow man
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| But I pack is the best
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| So wen u see the 8 and the A Put the hatin away
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| Joey is back and we been waitin to play
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| Trigga finga waitin to spray
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| Leavin ya punchured
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| And u ont wanna see any trill niggas at a conjuction
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| (they talkin big baby) |