Anything Big Billz (Ft. Pressa)
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[Chorus: Pressa]
I love my bros, I do anything for bro'n
These niggas bitches, they ain't real they bunch of hoes'n
My niggas in the trap they break the stove'n
Novacane fucking up they nose'n
I love my bros, I do anything for bro'n
These niggas bitches, they ain't real they bunch of hoes'n
My niggas in the trap they break the stove'n
Novacane fucking up they nose'n
[Verse 1: Big Billz]
Get money stack it up, then count the paper
Then you ball on the hater, ball on the hater
Remember when I never had nothing
They did no favors, now I'm going up
Like coke prices and excavators
Hol' up wait, escalators, I ain't got no time for 'em
Bizz locked up, so you know I'm gon' shine for him
4 and a half fuck about the pie for 'em
Whip it to a nine for 'em, nigga this is moms crying for em'
9 to him, the cops asking me what i see
It's hot, block's 3 hunnid and 65 degrees
Pressa still got all his chains on like Mr. T
And it's a body, if you mention me
[Chorus: Pressa]
I love my bros, I do anything for bro'n
These niggas bitches, they ain't real they bunch of hoes'n
My niggas in the trap they break the stove'n
Novacane fucking up they nose'n
I love my bros, I do anything for bro'n
These niggas bitches, they ain't real they bunch of hoes'n
My niggas in the trap they break the stove'n
Novacane fucking up they nose'n
I love my bros, I do anything for bro'n
These niggas bitches, they ain't real they bunch of hoes'n
My niggas in the trap they break the stove'n
Novacane fucking up they nose'n
I love my bros, I do anything for bro'n
These niggas bitches, they ain't real they bunch of hoes'n
My niggas in the trap they break the stove'n
Novacane fucking up they nose'n
[Verse 1: Big Billz]
Get money stack it up, then count the paper
Then you ball on the hater, ball on the hater
Remember when I never had nothing
They did no favors, now I'm going up
Like coke prices and excavators
Hol' up wait, escalators, I ain't got no time for 'em
Bizz locked up, so you know I'm gon' shine for him
4 and a half fuck about the pie for 'em
Whip it to a nine for 'em, nigga this is moms crying for em'
9 to him, the cops asking me what i see
It's hot, block's 3 hunnid and 65 degrees
Pressa still got all his chains on like Mr. T
And it's a body, if you mention me
[Chorus: Pressa]
I love my bros, I do anything for bro'n
These niggas bitches, they ain't real they bunch of hoes'n
My niggas in the trap they break the stove'n
Novacane fucking up they nose'n
I love my bros, I do anything for bro'n
These niggas bitches, they ain't real they bunch of hoes'n
My niggas in the trap they break the stove'n
Novacane fucking up they nose'n
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