MIA The Big Homie (Ft. Diddy Da Don, GMO Stax & YBN Lil Bro)
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[Intro: The Big Homie]
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?)
(MIA JAY C)
Yop
Worry 'bout it, don't even worry 'bout me
Hmm, 'cause I'm a certified tweaker
Nigga a certified tweaker
[Verse 1: The Big Homie]
I done turned my back and niggas stabbed me, huh, knew that shit was gon' happen
Should've upped and start blastin', but still don't give no passes
Cuz done got 'em gone, that shit like magic, huh, I wonder what happened
Long story short, them niggas lackers, worry 'bout it, huh
Bro we up score, nigga, chill out then, he still tryna get out in the field
Got three yops in case one jam, ridin' fishbowl tryna catch a salе
Whole time, nigga duckin', dodgin' me, huh, nigga can't duck thеse bullets
Huh (No), nigga can't duck no fully
Huh, yop, all my niggas some bullies (Hmm)
[Verse 2: Diddy Da Don & YBN Lil Bro]
Mhm
I tried to shoot first, you know TayTay, he a ballhog
Hit her off that Perc', ain't no work, made her call off
The ho asked me what I'm worth, an M if I round off
Bitch, I'm just a certified stepper who became a boss
Every time a nigga say my name, I go make 'em talk
I shouldn't've let that pussy live, damn, but he can't even walk
Been sittin' on a nigga crib for twenty minutes, he finally pulled up
Hop out, give him fifty bucks, but that was not enough
We want all them niggas' blood (Hell yeah, yup)
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?)
(MIA JAY C)
Yop
Worry 'bout it, don't even worry 'bout me
Hmm, 'cause I'm a certified tweaker
Nigga a certified tweaker
[Verse 1: The Big Homie]
I done turned my back and niggas stabbed me, huh, knew that shit was gon' happen
Should've upped and start blastin', but still don't give no passes
Cuz done got 'em gone, that shit like magic, huh, I wonder what happened
Long story short, them niggas lackers, worry 'bout it, huh
Bro we up score, nigga, chill out then, he still tryna get out in the field
Got three yops in case one jam, ridin' fishbowl tryna catch a salе
Whole time, nigga duckin', dodgin' me, huh, nigga can't duck thеse bullets
Huh (No), nigga can't duck no fully
Huh, yop, all my niggas some bullies (Hmm)
[Verse 2: Diddy Da Don & YBN Lil Bro]
Mhm
I tried to shoot first, you know TayTay, he a ballhog
Hit her off that Perc', ain't no work, made her call off
The ho asked me what I'm worth, an M if I round off
Bitch, I'm just a certified stepper who became a boss
Every time a nigga say my name, I go make 'em talk
I shouldn't've let that pussy live, damn, but he can't even walk
Been sittin' on a nigga crib for twenty minutes, he finally pulled up
Hop out, give him fifty bucks, but that was not enough
We want all them niggas' blood (Hell yeah, yup)
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