Correction Paroles Big Ole Facts par Yella Beezy

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Shun On Da Beat
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And when I tell you somethin', them actual facts though, you understand?
Them big old facts to be exact, you know what I'm sayin'?
When a nigga speak on this street shit and everything I do, man
How I live, man, them big old facts, man
Nothin' fabricated, you understand
When a nigga tell you that Yella had that sack, that's big old facts
Shun On Da Beat
And that's big old facts

Say you got a problem, these niggas don't want no smoke
That's big old facts
Nigga 'bout sixty thousand dollars every time I score
That's big old facts
Get-get to the money 'til a nigga can't get no more
That's big old facts
Didn't have dope, chop it up and sold some soap
That's big old facts
Nigga stayed ten toes down off in these streets
That's big old facts
Bought a long table so me and my niggas can eat
That's big old facts
I'm on my shit, that's why niggas hate on me
That's big old facts
Big Glock forty if a nigga try to play with me
That's big old facts

Hey, big old facts
Come through servin' in a big old 'Lac
Nothin' in my pants but a big old strap
Say I wasn't gettin' money, that's some big old cap
Serve you this bottle, gotta get on back
Traphouse boomin' with some big old sacks
Nine fifty for an ounce, that's some big old tax
Want some juice, one fifty for a big stack
Got my trap boomin' with some big old slap
You ain't livin' that life, that's some big old rap
Niggas snoozin' on me, took a big old nap
Watch me shit on these niggas, took a big old crap
All in my DM's, let me get on Snap
Baby bowlegged, stand with a big old gap
Nigga tryna think who I'ma shit on now
You ain't on my level, need to sit on down
Hey, all eyes on me
Whatever bitch you got, say I got about three
No gas on me baby, why? 'Cause I'm on E
If it's steam in the air, got the iron on me
Every other day, niggas lyin' on me
Nigga tellin', tryna come and drop a dime on me
Bitch, Elliot will come put the nine on me
I'ma beat that p*ssy like Rashawn with me

Hey, I promise I'm, spittin' actual factual
Your nigga, he average, what he do impractical
I'ma kill that p*ssy just like a massacre
Lil' baby too skinny, her ass is not fat enough
Don't know that bitch, radical
Come let me savage you
Dive in that p*ssy, then I start to grab on you
When I start to beat it, that's when she grew ass on her
Come to my house, you better have that sack on you
Every day that I wake up
I'ma go grind and go get me some paper
You don't want no smoke so you niggas some vapors
Smoke me a nigga just like he a vapor
You niggas some haters, why is you haters?
You can't go buy it 'cause I got a tailor
I don't throw salt 'cause I am a player
Snake ass nigga but I am a gator
You a G-Shock and I am a Jacob
Baby, you an inmate and I am a bailiff
You ocean wet, baby, and I am a sailor
She love gettin' dicked down, and I am a slayer
Put in that work, 'til your neck hurt
Nigga playin', get put on that shirt
Check out my footwork, I got footwork
She say she like pain, well this that good hurt

Shun On Da Beat

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