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lirik lagu webbie flow – bhm pezzy

[chorus]
you got the big head, b*tch you tripping
ain’t tryna wait on no p*ssy, i’m tipping
pop out switch hit the side of his sh*t take a chunk out his head make his sh*t look different
you was just short on the paper the last go round short midget this time we k!lling
n*ggas just talking, ain’t doing no spinnin’ go hop on the song throw a disc like krillin

[verse 1]
throwback a yellow pill, look like a minion
i’m tryna step til my boots out of bentley
hoe told me get out her face and i got the f*ck on why h*ll is this b*tch in her feelings
n*ggas and b*tches keep dissin, get them both high, wack ’em bobby & whitney
he was the one get to bobbin’ and weaving and ducking and swinging he couldn’t evеn hit me
he dropping salt like thе pack out the noodles
cold ass glock like this b*tch out the cooler
i swear my entourage packed down with shooters
dawgy strapped in the club you can’t pat down my poodle
b*tches ain’t sh*t probably think i’m a l!ck
she don’t know if it pop in this b*tch i’m a shoot her
when it come to them racks i take off like a scat cause this sh*t in my motor will blow the state trooper (yeah)
if i drop straight bombs in your trenches can’t go back and forth ’bout these b*tches i’m pimpin’
i already know if i go in your sh*t i’m like “long live the rocket” ain’t taking off with me
walked in this b*tch with 100 a f*ck n*gga try me, subtract it i take off a 50 now i got 0, last 50 i had, had to give to them n*ggas in the parking lot trickin’
the f*ck is a munch lil baby you tripping tell ice spice come and ice my pendant
last n*gga tried this sh*t got hit in the head for thinking this sh*t was a gimmick
them n*ggas he was with ain’t looking my way
i ain’t having no kick for these n*ggas they g*y
godd*mn right i don’t pop out til’ night, it’s like me and the sun beefin’ i spin every day
f*ck is you thinking oooh glock with a switch act tough and we giving out spankings go cross the head with the back of the glock pressure leave a n*gga eyeball hanging
that’s the n*gga that can’t out thank me
press her do a b*tch dirty gotta spank it, my b*tch tryna change me, i keep acting famous, my cup probably tainted that wet need to drain it
n*gga can’t shoot need training, say what’s the name of your block boy we finna come paint it
stick to that body part move my body part i hit the track and i’m acting a *n*s
must be a runway n*ggas keep changing, must want gunplay n*gga lets bang it b*tch got a bigger, but i got some bigger nuts i ain’t never scared these hoes be swinging
[chorus]
you got the big head, b*tch you tripping
ain’t tryna wait on no p*ssy, i’m tipping
pop out switch hit the side of his sh*t take a chunk out his head make his sh*t look different
you was just short on the paper the last go round short midget this time we k!lling
n*ggas just talking, ain’t doing no spinnin’ go hop on the song throw a disc like krillin

- bhm pezzy

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