Correction Lyrics Big Shot by Preme

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Yeah, you hear that?
Cool as the ice in my motherfuckin' cup, nigga
Half a mill' on my motherfuckin' neck
What we doin'?

Ayy, always been connected like Wi-Fi
Get a nigga shirt painted like tie-dye
Magic with the wrist like ta-da
I'ma whip it like it's grits, then voilà
I'm a star on the track like sci-fi
Weed so loud, it smell like a drive-by
Got a thick mixed bitch call her Mai Tai
Got a chinky eyed bitch cookin' fried rice
And I come from the 6ix, but I'm top five
Nigga ballin' too hard to play the sideline
One thing for sure, nigga, time fly
And I'm a fly young nigga, so it's my time
Seen Winnie turn the trap to a gold mine
I'm only seein' green, but I'm brown eyed
Ain't signed to no nigga, fuck co-signs
I'll be dead before a nigga give me deadlines

I got skinnies and slimmies and thickies, them hoes (Ayy, hoes)
If they with me they ready to go (Ayy, go)
Got big body Benzes and big bank rolls (Bank rolls)
Stayed down, talkin' all ten toes (Ten toes)
If a bitch ain't 'bout it, she can kick rocks (Kick, kick)
And if a nigga kill me, they gon' lick shots (Bah-bah-bah)
Got the AP face with the big clocks (Big clocks)
And I know they gon' hate, I'm a big shot (Skrrt-skrrt)

Fuck a weddin', got rings though
Fuck bein' humble, let the bling show
I had to be a wolf fightin' lions and the bears, then I walked up out the jungle with a mink coat
Ayy, all this drip need a raincoat
Bitch lick, bitch lick it if you're tryna taste the rainbow
In '06, had to slang dope
My OG was OT with Benz wheels spinnin' like a game show
How the game go, fuckin' on a plane though
We under covers like them pigs wearin' plain clothes
Ten chains though, feelin' like Django
She flyin' to the 6ix to fuck and learn the lingo
Sweet, that bitch sweet like mango
Sweet, like when you own your own label
Heat, hold heat, but my heart cold
Karim, I'm Benzema, I got big goals

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