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bigger man 2 - prcy® (musician) lyrics

[intro: prcy® & hii tek]
take off his top, take off his mind ( 1kbxnds count it up, bra)
f*ckin’ wit me? don’t tell me lies
i’m with my dawgs, we ‘finna shine
all these n*ggas, they ‘finna switch sides
when i go off, they gon’ act all surprised
yeah, i’m in ya’ b*tch and i’m swimmin’ inside
uh, yeah, i’m gonna dive

[hook]
i was tryna’ be the bigger man, you was tryna’ f*ck up my plans
treat all my opps like jokes, ha ha, laugh again
i was tryna’ shoot at your bloke, my n*ggas aimin’ at his head
these n*ggas don’t wanna hit, n*ggas ain’t got no hands
i scored a bad b*tch, she a ten
she treat me like the man
i’m not one of your little friends, you’ll never see mе again
these n*ggas gettin’ mе hot, get out the way don’t interfere
i was in my bag last year, now i’m all back again

[verse 1]
i gotta watch my back, all these n*ggas be slimey (n*ggas be slimey, yeah, n*ggas be slimey)
who knows what happens next, these n*ggas run right behind me (run right behind me, run right behind me)
all because they want what’s around my neck, it’s shiny (bling, blaow)
these n*ggas, they kicked off the team, better get ready to speak chinese (ni hao)
yeah, yeah
carried my gang on my back, n*gga, where is my credit at? (where’s my credit?)
i was at a very adolescent stage when my career cracked (cracked, cracked, cracked)
thinking all my opps is better than me, boy, you on some real crack (crack)
yeah, i been on my feet too much, n*gga, i can’t relax, huh (relax)
check your phone, it might be tapped, huh
lil’ n*ggas out here get a bag and don’t know how to act, huh
n*ggas try to catch up to me but i’m way too fast (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i be in the cut like scissors, no, i don’t get too mad, let’s go (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[hook]
i was tryna’ be the bigger man, you was tryna’ f*ck up my plans (man, f*ck up my plans)
treat all my opps like jokes, ha ha, laugh again (like jokes, laugh again)
i was tryna’ shoot at your bloke, my n*ggas aimin’ at his head (his bloke, bow, bow, bow)
these n*ggas don’t wanna hit, n*ggas ain’t got no hands (hit, got no hands)
i scored a bad b*tch, she a ten (she a ten)
she treat me like the man (like the man)
i’m not one of your little friends, you’ll never see me again (your little friends, see me again)
these n*ggas gettin’ me hot, get out the way don’t interfere (hot)
i was in my bag last year, now i’m all back again (last year, cha*ching!)

[verse 2]
f*ckin’ on your hoe like “yeah”
f*ckin’ on your hoe like “yeah”
breaking down your b*tch like “yeah”
beating on your b*tch like “yeah”
been through a lot the past three years, but they don’t understand
they gon’ learn real soon
everything hit like ”boom”
f*ck the b*tch then get out my room
she asking me why i’m so rude
i been acting, like, way too loose
i been like a real loose screw
money on my mind, n*gga, i could never lose
money got me going crazy, coo*coo
your n*ggas ain’t got sh*t on my crew
said that you 1900, b*tch, who?
look at these n*ggas they boo*boo the fool, caught up in they lies ’cause they know i’m the truth
ain’t nun’ else, it’s just me and my goons
sh*t be like, “woo, woo, woo”
[hook]
i was tryna’ be the bigger man, you was tryna’ f*ck up my plans (man, f*ck up my plans)
treat all my opps like jokes, ha ha, laugh again (like jokes, laugh again)
i was tryna’ shoot at your bloke, my n*ggas aimin’ at his head (his bloke, bow, bow, bow)
these n*ggas don’t wanna hit, n*ggas ain’t got no hands (hit, got no hands)
i scored a bad b*tch, she a ten (she a ten)
she treat me like the man (like the man)
i’m not one of your little friends, you’ll never see me again (your little friends, see me again)
these n*ggas gettin’ me hot, get out the way don’t interfere (hot)
i was in my bag last year, now i’m all back again (last year, cha*ching!)

- prcy musician lyrics

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