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built different - big homiie g lyrics

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[intro]
(drop that sh*t, t*head)
woah (woah)

[verse]
she got blunts all on her lip (lips), i got syrup all in my cup (drank)
they tryna discontinue tris, i guess my drinking days up (it’s over)
and the opps say they gon’ get up with me, still don’t give no f*ck (nope)
i be poppin’ out in every city, keep it fully tucked (grrt, grrt)
n*gga, touch me, it’s a massacre, i like hoes with some natural hair (hair)
natural ass and it’s soft as h*ll, she like, “what bbl?”
baby drive the boat like a tp, she ain’t got no cdls (skrrt)
i just broke the glass in my ap, that sh*t was weak as h*ll (haha)
ha (woah), i just laughed it off
just go get it fixed, i got money, man, f*ck what it cost
they say you can’t be no boss until you take a loss (loss)
i lost everything but my mind, that’s why wе takin’ off (let’s go)
independеnt, n*gga (n*gga), this ain’t label talk (nah)
i drop when i wanna (wanna), better not p*ss me off (g)
streets keep askin’ for this dope, i like my sh*t raw (sh*t raw)
when you get a taste of g, it hit like fentanyl
no cut, better be prepared, this sh*t gon’ f*ck you up (f*ck you up)
if you broke, go get some money, n*gga, hustle up (hustle up)
sh*t, i still remember days when they looked over us (they did)
can’t believe they fixin’ they map like they gon’ roll with us (never, n*gga)
my circle small, two doors in this coupe, ain’t got no room for y’all (skrrt)
be that same n*gga who you was, you ain’t never pass the ball (ball)
you the type to have it all and watch your n*ggas fall (p*ssy)
i’m still yellin’, “free my dog,” i never missed a call
i’m built different (woah), i won’t hit that cup unless it’s syrup in it (i won’t)
i won’t put that blunt to my lip if it got terp in it (nah)
dead candy, this sh*t hit like it got crack in it (woah)
i won’t jump inside your car if it got tint in it (skrrt)
i mean ten on it, i’m the only big homie
shawty took my d*ck up out my pants, then she spit on it
she a freak on it, on her face, i skeet on it (phew)
i’m back active, all these p*ssy n*ggas tried to sleep on me (yeah)
[outro]
i’m back active, n*gga
i’m back in a n*gga way, i’m back in a n*gga face, you know what i’m sayin’?
i’ll make you p*ssy*ass n*ggas call the police, try to throw me away, n*gga
it’s big g, let’s get it

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