Big Poppa YGTUT
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[Hook - YGTUT]
Big bank, call me Big Poppa
Big daddy to the Lil' Momma's
Slim waist with a big bottom
We ain't havin' no drama
Big man bout the lil' problems
It ain't nothing that we can't solve
I'm posted posted with the big ballers
Big rims with the big bodies
Can't fuck with him, cause he a clique hopper
But nigga, you a flip flopper
We run it like an offense, and uh..
And we gon' run it til' we out of town
[Verse 1 - YGTUT]
Thanking the Lord for givin' me grace, I caught the [?] case
Was facing a lot of time, now we tryin' to keep it straight
Scrapin' the chains, count it, we just tryin' to make it shake
I got the Jordan's yellin', now a couple bills late
So much on my mind, so much shit up on my plate
This is precious time, can't afford to make mistakes
They just hit my brodie's crib, just the other day
He just had a daughter, please don't let em take my bro away
That's a lot of time, enough to make you feel afraid
Tryin' to talk to God, but just can't find no words to say
Couple trucks to move the money to another place
Paranoid, so now you sleepin' with a baby k
On the other side, trying to stay up out the way
Workin' on the music, bout to drop another tape
Droppin' records, they like 'Tut, you been MIA'
But how the fuck have I been MIA when that ain't where I stay?
Big bank, call me Big Poppa
Big daddy to the Lil' Momma's
Slim waist with a big bottom
We ain't havin' no drama
Big man bout the lil' problems
It ain't nothing that we can't solve
I'm posted posted with the big ballers
Big rims with the big bodies
Can't fuck with him, cause he a clique hopper
But nigga, you a flip flopper
We run it like an offense, and uh..
And we gon' run it til' we out of town
[Verse 1 - YGTUT]
Thanking the Lord for givin' me grace, I caught the [?] case
Was facing a lot of time, now we tryin' to keep it straight
Scrapin' the chains, count it, we just tryin' to make it shake
I got the Jordan's yellin', now a couple bills late
So much on my mind, so much shit up on my plate
This is precious time, can't afford to make mistakes
They just hit my brodie's crib, just the other day
He just had a daughter, please don't let em take my bro away
That's a lot of time, enough to make you feel afraid
Tryin' to talk to God, but just can't find no words to say
Couple trucks to move the money to another place
Paranoid, so now you sleepin' with a baby k
On the other side, trying to stay up out the way
Workin' on the music, bout to drop another tape
Droppin' records, they like 'Tut, you been MIA'
But how the fuck have I been MIA when that ain't where I stay?
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