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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoBig Bad Wolf
I'ma just say this shit right hereThe greatest mixtape series of all timeCare to debate me?Yea, I thought soYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahKeep that shit on TwitterY'all ain't lit, y'all litterKeep that shit in your shitterOr eat that shit, don't spit up (RR!)Keep my bad bitch did upKeep my main bitch, put upWatchin' me do push-upsShe was playin' with herself and I looked up (Damn!)Your thot need to get her look upYou plottin' on me, my foot upYour squad ain't hard, that's cushionThat ain't sauce, that's puddin'Tunechi across her bosom, damn!Shootin' up the jurors, damn!Don't name my pistolI name the trigger, Benjamin Button, push 'em (Bam!)Y'all just pussy, get buried togetherand let 'em play footsieY'all just wussyI got some bullets, gon' pull up in hoodiesand come take a look-seeBetter play hookyI got some hookers hookin' up with some politicansAnd some athletes and some college niggasSend your missus on all kind of missionsI'm the sickest nigga skippin' doctors visitsBut my pots is pissy, smokin' hockey stickyPut a stockin' on my face and hit a lick in'When shit get ugly, I go Pretty RickyI don't fuck with rats, neither Minnie, MickyI don't fuck with cops, that's the piggly wigglyFuck my bitch's friends, and they friendly-friendlyWhile your bitch givin' meher twenty-twenty like she tired of Mickey-D'sWendy's, Denny's like she tired of Macy'sJC Penny's, I got bitches gettin' tiredof spendin', spend itIf we winnin', win itI know Dream Chasers that ain't never dreamt itSo I had to tint it and I had to rim itAnd I worked the lanes like Shaq and PennyIt's the Blood gang, it's the money gangRed rags to riches, need happy endingsThen it's back to business and we laugh at sentencin'Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnessesHungry artists or starvin' artists in the kitchenRestaurant and cafeteriasDon't make a difference if you taste the differenceBetter pay the difference to the racketeersNow your good luck lookin' like you crackin' mirrorsNow the artificial become sacrificialThat's a body count, where the mathematician?Where the wettest clitoris and fattest nipples?With an ass that jiggle with a grab or tickleWith a throat deep enough to land a missileIf ya nigga miss you and he have opinionsTell him two cents is only half a nickelNow we at his villa, aiming at his pillowsHair triggers, fingers finna act like bristlesAnd I catch a triple, flip kick jiu-jitsuThrowin' pool parties, she don't have a swimsuitNeither of her friends do, I think that's officialGot my neighbor's eyes bigger than the Simpson'sAnd I'm magnificent so I had to pimp herAnd she had potential but he lacked credentialsSo give me a sec', I'll go at your neckAnd send you back lookin' like the Dracula bit you (RR!)Yeah, cannibalism goin' animalistic in a land of civiliansThese niggas clones, copycats, and chameleonsOnce they dead and gone, no paraphernaliaWhen she left her thong, that's paraphernaliaSound familiar? My plug's SicilianHe the one who told methat sometimes you gotta leave ya la familiaBehind the millionsRhyme or reasonI'm the reason, got they eyes wide but too blind to see itWith friends like thoseIt make me text all my enemies and tell 'em I don't need 'emHallelujah, power intrudersBitch walk around my house like HootersTowel user, power userMolly mixed with white girl, Molly SusanNiggas talkin' out their bowel moversTurn they homies into flower choosersTurn your kids into father choosersMake your bitch a widow and your mom a cougarI'm a silent shooter with a silent shooterClap at you, if you don't die, I'll boo yaTell a doc that's tryna to save your lifeand runnin' wires through youHe could die next to ya (RR!)I'ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooterLet her partner shoot itWe pull out the movie, win awardsShe got a Golden Globe head and an Oscar bootyNiggas prostitutin', these rappers ain't talkin' 'bout shitNot even 'bout pollutionAin't got a house to live in, ain't got a pool to swim inChange in their pockets, nor a couch to lose itIn route to Houston with a contributionfull of Monster juicesMonster too slow, macho Cujo macho muchoBig bad wolf, watch the moon glow (RR!)I got a Greek freak, she call me AntetokounmpoJust follow the kupo and I know that you knowI'm hotter than soup, she still swallow my soup bowlI'm out of my loophole, you outta the loop, thoughGot all these niggas on silent and mute modeThe power to do so, my pockets is sumoGettin' the mula by the minutoMafia Nuvo, I am the unoReal boss nigga, should model for HugoFuck with me, I go LolapaloozoPull up trigger finger, holler, and pull up(Pah, pah, pah)Sound like a symphony or Opera, tudoHittin' some new notesAnd I am the maestro and you just a typoPrivate flight, don't fly in too lowI'm wiser than you know, a private school flowI got me a new ho and now it's a duoOne went to college and one went to jucoI had to ask 'em, what's four plus two though? (RR!)
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