| Yeah, Bigga Than Life
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| YMCMB, flashy life style
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| up on my headphones, my nigga
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| And my ones up
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| Hustle in the morning, smokin' in the clouds
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| Bitches come in dumpin' cause they ran a hundred miles
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| Rain still pourin', the bottles lift up
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| Stuntin' on them bitches and the whips flamed up
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| The sun do shine, Christmas every day
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| Them holidays comin', so you know we quit the spray
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| Muscle is a must, the money in the can
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| Strapped every day, we still hustle in the sand
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| Uh, holla holla
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| Hehe, go
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| I’m a need a mountain of money
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| A mountain that amount the amounts to a mountain of money
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| Ride out with my dunny, fresh up out your mommy
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| Shout to the tummy — eat, sleep, shit on my toes
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| Bust a bitch in her nose cause they mouth so runny
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| Back to the money, Dada
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| Give a nigga bread like «bless you» (thank you) nada
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| I’m been on the block from the top tryna plot on a spot
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| Now I’m game with it — ta da!
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| Fuck around, I’ll bang with the sawed-off
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| Fuck around, rob these niggas, do my thing like «voila»
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| Ain’t nothin' changed but the dollars
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| Niggas so lame cause they ain’t gon' claim i’m they father
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| Fuck it
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| I’m one of the niggas that don’t fold
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| Treat me like one of them niggas that don’t rap
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| Spinning 'em like a Tommy, automatic my laddy
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| I’ve been known to get niggas in one «blap!»
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| When I trip up, it’s foreign — when I grip up, it’s foreign
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| When I fuck, bitch foreign
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| Pull on my Trukfit foreign…
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| Pull on my Trukfit foreign…
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| I don’t trust these hoes
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| Hustle in the morning, smokin' in the clouds
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| Bitches come in dumpin' cause they ran a hundred miles
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| Rain still pourin', the bottles lift up
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| Stuntin' on them bitches and the whips flamed up
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| The sun do shine, Christmas every day
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| Them holidays comin', so you know we quit the spray
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| Muscle is a must, the money in the can
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| Strapped every day, we still hustle in the sand
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| Every single morning that a nigga get out of bed
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| Know a nigga gotta get it
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| Money to burn, raw OG Kush in a $ 100 bill, smoke weed with it
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| Why y’all niggas wanna whip shit with it?
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| Mulssane, I ain’t gotta put a key in it
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| True don, make me wanna whip in it
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| Different money — add another digit
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| Get this money then I slide and I’m gone
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| Y’all already know who’s side that I’m on
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| YMCMB, lil' nigga — Rich Gang, everything far from the norm
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| From the jails to the college campus, we’ve got 'em yellin' in the dorms
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| We try to compete 'til they go bankrupt, and we’re just gettin' warm
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| If you ain’t know, motherfucker, you can take another look, nigga
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| Whole team strong…
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| And we knock every spot on the charts
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| Every time a nigga drop each song
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| I don’t need to tell 'em, they already know what it is
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| We run every city and we runnin' every block, nigga
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| Respect this conglomerate, bitch, cause you can’t reach the number one spot
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| Hustle in the morning, smokin' in the clouds
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| Bitches come in dumpin' cause they ran a hundred miles
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| Rain still pourin', the bottles lift up
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| Stuntin' on them bitches and the whips flamed up
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| The sun do shine, Christmas every day
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| Them holidays comin', so you know we quit the spray
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| Muscle is a must, the money in the can
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| Strapped every day, we still hustle in the sand
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| Yup, i quit that bitch, don’t look at my bucks
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| And i’m about that sell, pop back on that bus
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| Nah man, fuck them hoes, i won my O’s
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| Bitch, I gotta go, let’s roll back on the show
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| She bad, we see ya, another nigga can’t beat her
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| In the then back to the streets
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| Bitch, it’s a habit to fuck it with Weezy
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| Thank god for Tunechi, Lord bless stunna
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| Hallejulah, Cash Money, i was going under
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| Tryna fuck my, and i do my Ana
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| And i ain’t talking 'bout
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| Bitch, nigga as my mama
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| But, we are tha business
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| That’s all they seeing
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| You cannot fuck with them
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| Go ask my nigga Slim
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| Hustle in the morning, smokin' in the clouds
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| Bitches come in dumpin' cause they ran a hundred miles
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| Rain still pourin', the bottles lift up
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| Stuntin' on them bitches and the whips flamed up
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| The sun do shine, Christmas every day
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| Them holidays comin', so you know we quit the spray
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| Muscle is a must, the money in the can
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| Strapped every day, we still hustle in the sand |