| Geraldo Live on the track
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| Yeah, yeah-eah
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| Young Jefe, holmes
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| I swear there’s too much pain here for one young nigga (Oh)
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| Them niggas ain’t got aim, they just like to pull the trigger (Oh)
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| Fear of God pants, she pull the strings off and kiss it (Oh, oh, oh)
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| She say that she miss it, she call it the Big Dipper (Oh yeah)
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| I dive in like a diver, the way I’m drippin', call me Flipper (Woo)
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| My blood bring me the chickens, I pitch 'em like Derek Fisher
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| In LA ballin' like a Laker, but I’m a motherfuckin' wizard (Swish)
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| She thought I wouldn’t cut her off, then I got my motherfuckin' scissors
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| Fuck all of that chit-chat, nigga, where that change at? |
| (Huh?)
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| You play with Young Jefe, I’m gon' blow your brains back (Young Jefe)
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| I was broke, lil' nigga, you can get the same sack (Uh-huh)
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| But if you out here bullshittin', go play on the train tracks (Hahaha)
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| Baby, bust it open, girl, you know that thing fat (Bust it open)
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| She say I fuck her so good, she gon' get my name tat (Ooh)
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| A nigga that keep it one hundred, you ain’t never seen that (Never seen it)
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| We hoppin' on a jet to places you ain’t be at
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| Yeah, I was heaven-sent (Yeah, yeah)
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| I’m a menace but I like my bitch intelligent (Uh-huh)
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| Yeah, hundred bands (Hundred bands)
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| Plenty CeeLo, fucked that shit up on another Benz (Skrrt), oh
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| I swear there’s too much pain here for one young nigga (Oh)
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| Them niggas ain’t got aim, they just like to pull the trigger (Oh)
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| Fear of God pants, she pull the strings off and kiss it (Oh, oh, oh)
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| She say that she miss it, she call it the Big Dipper
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| I dive in like a diver, the way I’m drippin', call me Flipper (Uh)
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| My blood bring me the chickens, I pitch 'em like Derek Fisher (Yeah)
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| In LA ballin' like a Laker, but I’m a motherfuckin' wizard (Swish)
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| She thought I wouldn’t cut her off, then I got my motherfuckin' scissors (Oh
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| yeah)
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| I’m just speakin' facts (Facts)
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| GG quarterback, yeah (GG)
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| I do not get sacked (Nope)
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| Bitch, I get the racks, yeah
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| Goons in the back (Uh)
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| I make they ass attack (Brrt)
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| You better keep a strap (Yeah)
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| You know how these young niggas act
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| And I’m the best to ever do it, you hear it through the music
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| You think you winnin' with them niggas, bitch, you really losin'
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| I got the money, they comparing me to Frank Lucas
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| I’m not a rat, no, I’m the realest motherfucker movin'
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| And if it ain’t 'bout no mulah, might ask what you say
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| Nigga, you ever made five hundred bands in a day?
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| Baby, we go somewhere far where you get tan when you lay
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| I still pull up on your block and get to sprayin' with the K
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| I swear there’s too much pain here for one young nigga
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| Them niggas ain’t got aim, they just like to pull the trigger (Oh, oh)
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| Fear of God pants, she pull the strings off and kiss it (Mwah)
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| She say that she miss it, she call it the Big Dipper (Oh)
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| I dive in like a diver, the way I’m drippin', call me Flipper (Yeah)
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| My blood bring me the chickens, I pitch 'em like Derek Fisher (Goddamn)
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| In LA ballin' like a Laker, but I’m a motherfuckin' wizard (Goddamn, goddamn)
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| She thought I wouldn’t cut her off, then I got my motherfuckin' scissors (Ooh,
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| ooh, ooh) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big Dipper , by - Shy Glizzy. Song from the album Covered N Blood, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп