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Big Bread
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Boosie Badazz
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My uncle cooked crack on the west end Tried to take his life twice, Jesus stepped in My Jacket cemetary full of dead skins (Dead) I'm tryna win my bro a [?], a perfect ten It's some pussy ass niggas on that end (Yeah) Beefing hard all summer, win her best friend Nigga came to the city and he checked in (Bitch) Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, [?] ten [?], I know smokers with some dead friends If the devil come knocking, don't let him in When I pull up, it's a red on red Christmas Benz say less, it's finesse, is you gon' get in Shot that boy in the head, he got cradle cap And he square like a Ramen noodle flavor pack Guilty by association, bitch you date a rat It's your mammy and your daddy, that's who made a rat Mr shoot through your windshield Mr rolling up a ten pill Mr go and get your kid killed I grew up in the 90's, nigga it's been real All he wanted is a hat, he on his tenth kill I had to go put in work for the block Before them thirty, I rocked with the stock I had dope in my socks, put them knots in the box Pray for the day that my [?] get popped We some foreign slidin' niggas Big bread winners Have you ever seen a bitch drop draws in a minute? Lil bitch, we them niggas What they mad for? Ayy, just go and get your bag, ho Just to go and get your kin killed Live your life, get your money, rep your dead friends (Bleek) Rappers come to Baton Rouge, gotta check in (With me) Little [?] ghost, man I make the best [?] (Yeah) Boosie boys like the Detroit [?] Free lil' Ralo, all them niggas off the west end Grind nigga, get your red on red Christmas Benz Fuck a bitch, dog a bitch, make her talk about it Don't rap back, kill that nigga, now you really [?] They need to make a hearse for these niggas Put a skirt on these niggas That's how they talk, a nigga [?] My nigga [?] is walking down 28 Judge gave him 3 for 1, we don't never play We on that weed, yes indeed puttin' it in their face (Yeah, nigga) Back on it, like we back sellin' 28 Fuck around, say my name, let the game begin Devil knocking at my door, fuck that nigga, man I had to go put in work for the block Before them thirty, I rocked with the stock I had dope in my socks, put them knots in the box Pray for the day that my [?] get popped We some foreign slidin' niggas Big bread winners Have you ever seen a bitch drop draws in a minute? Lil bitch, we them niggas What they mad for? Ayy, just go and get your bag, ho Yeah, ay, where he live? Pull up on him, send the killers by Pray his momma watch him die, that's how I feel about it but bitch, I still abide The resume is impeccable, we solidified I just hope I'm forgiven for all the genocide Ain't never stood over humans, them niggas living lies Drop another deposit, I set that shit aside My lil' brother took 30, be back in 55 They slip and slide, we gon' slide before we slip 'Cause we done slipped too many times, my niggas died behind this shit (Yeah) On G-O-D, I'm suicidal with this stick 'Cause I know if them people catch me, I'ma die inside the Benz I put dope inside spots Had hoes selling twat Bust a Rollie down with rocks Put extendos in Glocks I put it on your top Don't be playing with my cash We ain't jumping on the stand We gon' lay in niggas grass Yeah, the feds on my ass So, I gotta move smart We got pounds of the gas, that don't mean I gotta fart Bust down with all glass, you could see me from afar Put your hands on me, nigga, I'll put your ass apart Read my nigga paperwork, that shit broke a nigga heart I done ran my paper up, pussy boy, let's go to war Handcuffs on my wrist, I can still see the scars Now , it's 60 on wrist, free my niggas in the yard, nigga
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