
40 Bars Big Homiie G
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[Intro]
Woah
Take shit, yeah
Haha
Don't never forget, I started this trend
Drop that shit, T-Head
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Play with me, that's suicide ('Cide), hitters leave you hogtied (Tied)
Diss me in yo' raps (Raps), I promise yo' ass won't wake up alive (Nah)
"Okay, he carry a gun ("What?"), he must got his license for it" (No)
No, I don't have a license for this strap, but just know I'ma blow it (Bow)
Never will I wife a ho (Ho), hate when they catch attitudes (Damn)
Always wanna cry on phone, a second later, send me nudes (Bitch)
Nigga play with me at five (Five), nine o'clock, he made the news (Yeah)
Hundred shots came out the truck (Hrr, hrr), flipped the same day, fucked 'em up (Skrrt)
I keep poppin' Percs, I need to stop (Stop), fuckin' with my stomach lining (Lining)
Feet kicked up, laid back, reclining, never rock no fake-ass diamonds
Been fuckin' these bitches 'fore this rap, I always been that dude (Been that dude)
Fresh as hell, goin' to school (School), bad as hell, breakin' rules
Money change a nigga, fame will change a bitch, it's freezin' cold
Two K for this Gucci coat, and won't even put it on no more (Nah)
[Interlude]
I ain't even lyin', nigga, two K for this bitch, and I ain't wear it no more
You want it? Haha (Hahaha, let's go)
Woah
Take shit, yeah
Haha
Don't never forget, I started this trend
Drop that shit, T-Head
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Play with me, that's suicide ('Cide), hitters leave you hogtied (Tied)
Diss me in yo' raps (Raps), I promise yo' ass won't wake up alive (Nah)
"Okay, he carry a gun ("What?"), he must got his license for it" (No)
No, I don't have a license for this strap, but just know I'ma blow it (Bow)
Never will I wife a ho (Ho), hate when they catch attitudes (Damn)
Always wanna cry on phone, a second later, send me nudes (Bitch)
Nigga play with me at five (Five), nine o'clock, he made the news (Yeah)
Hundred shots came out the truck (Hrr, hrr), flipped the same day, fucked 'em up (Skrrt)
I keep poppin' Percs, I need to stop (Stop), fuckin' with my stomach lining (Lining)
Feet kicked up, laid back, reclining, never rock no fake-ass diamonds
Been fuckin' these bitches 'fore this rap, I always been that dude (Been that dude)
Fresh as hell, goin' to school (School), bad as hell, breakin' rules
Money change a nigga, fame will change a bitch, it's freezin' cold
Two K for this Gucci coat, and won't even put it on no more (Nah)
[Interlude]
I ain't even lyin', nigga, two K for this bitch, and I ain't wear it no more
You want it? Haha (Hahaha, let's go)
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