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lirik lagu big bread – boosie badazz

[intro]
my uncle cooked crack on the west end
tried to take his life twice, jesus stepped in

[verse 1]
my jacket cemetary full of dead skins (dead)
i’m tryna win my bro a [?], a perfect ten
it’s some p-ssy -ss n-ggas on that end (yeah)
beefing hard all summer, win her best friend
n-gga came to the city and he checked in (b-tch)
bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, [?] ten
[?], i know smokers with some dead friends
if the devil come knocking, don’t let him in
when i pull up, it’s a red on red christmas benz
[?] say less, it’s finesse, is you gon’ get in
shot that boy in the head, he got cradle cap
and he square like a ramen noodle flavor pack
guilty by -ssociation, b-tch you date a rat
it’s your mammy and your daddy, that’s who made a rat
mr shoot through your windshield
mr rolling up a ten pill
mr go and get your kid k!lled
i grew up in the 90’s, n-gga it’s been real
all he wanted is a hat, he on his tenth k!ll

[chorus]
i had to go put in work for the block
before them thirty, i rocked with the stock
i had dope in my socks, put them knots in the box
pray for the day that my [?] get popped
we some foreign slidin’ n-ggas
big bread winners
have you ever seen a b-tch drop draws in a minute?
lil b-tch, we them n-ggas
what they mad for?
ayy, just go and get your bag, ho

[verse 2: bossie badazz]
just to go and get your kin k!lled
live your life, get your money, rep your dead friends (bleek)
rappers come to baton rouge, gotta check in (with me)
little [?] ghost, man i make the best [?] (yeah)
boosie boys like the detroit [?]
free lil’ ralo, all them n-ggas off the west end
grind n-gga, get your red on red christmas benz
f-ck a b-tch, dog a b-tch, make her talk about it
don’t rap back, k!ll that n-gga, now you really [?]
they need to make a he-rs- for these n-ggas
put a skirt on these n-ggas
that’s how they talk, a n-gga [?]
my n-gga [?] is walking down 28
judge gave him 3 for 1, we don’t never play
we on that weed, yes indeed puttin’ it in their face (yeah, n-gga)
back on it, like we back sellin’ 28
f-ck around, say my name, let the game begin
devil knocking at my door, f-ck that n-gga, man

[verse 3: mozzy]
yeah, ay, where he live? pull up on him, send the k!llers by
pray his momma watch him die, that’s how i feel about it
[?] but b-tch, i still abide
the resume is impeccable, we solidified
i just hope i’m forgiven for all the genocide
ain’t never stood over humans, them n-ggas living lies
drop another deposit, i set that sh-t aside
my lil’ brother took 30, be back in 55
they slip and slide, we gon’ slide before we slip
’cause we done slipped too many times, my n-ggas died behind this sh-t (yeah)
on g-o-d, i’m suicidal with this stick
’cause i know if them people catch me, i’ma die inside the benz

[verse 4]
i put dope inside spots
had hoes selling tw-t
bust a rollie down with rocks
put extendos in glocks
i put it on your top
don’t be playing with my cash
we ain’t jumping on the stand
we gon’ lay in n-ggas gr-ss
yeah, the feds on my -ss
so, i gotta move smart
we got pounds of the gas, that don’t mean i gotta fart
bust down with all gl-ss, you could see me from afar
put your hands on me, n-gga, i’ll put your -ss apart
read my n-gga paperwork, that sh-t broke a n-gga heart
i done ran my paper up, p-ssy boy, let’s go to war
handcuffs on my wrist, i can still see the scars
now , it’s 60 on wrist, free my n-ggas in the yard, n-gga

- boosie badazz

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