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Huge Guy
501
Hip-Hop/Rap
Huge Guy è stato pubblicato il 14 agosto 2018 da Froze Ent. come parte dell'album The Eastside Tape (DJ Froze Buffz Presents)
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Data di uscita14 agosto 2018
EtichettaFroze Ent.
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM96

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Teameastside
Teameastside
Performer
The Eastside Team
The Eastside Team
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lord Freeza
Lord Freeza
Songwriter

Testi

Woke up this morning, pocket filled with extra pros
Think I might slide on Double 0 tonight and bless the hoes
Pull up to the set, in and out, just came to get some clothes
Riding 'round sipping on a three incase I catch a cold
Thick stitching Tru's on, wheat Timb' shoes on
The car come apart, but the forty cal' glued on
Old bitch, she say she mad at me, I done moved on
The feds tryna raid us 'cause we trapping out the school zone
Bad bitches on my head, I just turn 'em down
Plug say he gon' meet me in toledo for a turn around
Walking out the club, **** mugging, tryna stare us down
Reach for the strap like, "**** be there when I turn around"
Fans taking pictures, I'm posing, middle fingers up
Pockets need to go on a diet, think they eat too much
Eastside, bitch, we twenty **** deep in buffs
**** ain't street as us, see us and be freezing up
Big brain, big rims, big buffies
Big bag, big moves, big money
Everything we do, we do it big, ****
From the cars to the cribs, ****, this is how we live, ****
Big brain, big rims, big buffies
Big bag, big moves, big money
Everything we do, we do it big, ****
From the cars to the cribs, ****, this is how we live, ****
Tru fit, wheat Timbs, D fitted
All that shit you rap about, we did it
Last **** ran off, he missing
Let neff take the shot, he swished it
Ice buffs, ice Rollie, brick fair
She want a new pair of Gucci's, bitch, where?
If you wanna go to war, pick where
Choppers, eagles hit that boy like a big chair
Most **** up state, couple **** in the feds
Real **** on the grind, fuck you **** in the bed
She say she on her period, fuck you, bitch, give me head
Tint in the glasses, my fucking buffs leave me shedding
Went from a boy in the hood to a menace, ****
Road got you goddamn hot, still sipping, ****
Might get your dumbass robbed with that ticket, ****
Just got baptized, but still'll kill a ****
Big brain, big rims, big buffies
Big bag, big moves, big money
Everything we do, we do it big, ****
From the cars to the cribs, ****, this is how we live, ****
Big brain, big rims, big buffies
Big bag, big moves, big money
Everything we do, we do it big, ****
From the cars to the cribs, ****, this is how we live, ****
I woke up in the morning, said it's time to do my thing
Last night I prayed to God my plug prices don't change
I'm matching buying them stop signs for twenty-one and some change
Paying nineteen for a ninety pack, thirty-six for a whole thing
My plug got me doing my thing, white buffies got 'em losing they brain
I pulled up with no brain, Breitling got 'em going insane
****, I'm doing my thang, I don't know why you ain't doing the same
It ain't no room for clothes in my closet 'cause that's where I'm stashing them things
Step up out the crib looking fly as hell, YSL
Screw backs, watch swell, new Breitling, time will tell
Tru Religiom shirt and jeans, white buffies, sour cream
Louis bag, Louis shoes, Louis belt, like, fuck you mean?
I'm goat dick and your bitch a fiend, I fucked the bitch, she history
Lead pipes, throwing six a piece, **** flinched so hard, ain't shit to me
Bad hoes in my DM, but them groupie hoes just mention me
Teameast, at the top, tryna spend a B, finna be
****
Big brain, big rims, big buffies
Big bag, big moves, big money
Everything we do, we do it big, ****
From the cars to the cribs, ****, this is how we live, ****
Big brain, big rims, big buffies
Big bag, big moves, big money
Everything we do, we do it big, ****
From the cars to the cribs, ****, this is how we live, ****
Warn up, pussy ****, catch a slug
Teameast, young ****, fucking thugs
Mama, please forgive me, I been smoking drugs
Hanging with the criminals, still in the slums
**** with the team tats that them bitches love
And my Trus sag low the way the bitches love
Free Los, he got ten, that's that chopper love
Grind hard, fuck a bitch, that's that guapa gold
Fraud ****, they lie, real **** abide
That ho shit I ain't buying, being a buster, ****, I ain't lying
Drag hoes, can't stand up. bad hoes, I had 'em
Real bitches I had one, my real **** threw the same ones
Them young ****, they wilding out, riding 'round with goose and weed
All out in public, blowing loud in public
Hood ****, hoes love it, keep it real, ****, don't bluff it
Teameast, we does it, this the life bitch and I love it
Big brain, big rims, big buffies
Big bag, big moves, big money
Everything we do, we do it big, ****
From the cars to the cribs, ****, this is how we live, ****
Big brain, big rims, big buffies
Big bag, big moves, big money
Everything we do, we do it big, ****
From the cars to the cribs, ****, this is how we live, ****
Written by: Lord Freeza
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