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BigWalkDog (BigWalkDog) The market, hey, hee, hoo See, I already know big amount She told me to cum in her mouth These niggas be hatin' I can see it now Bitch, I'm a dog I've been a hound Why he talking so hoe? Why you talking loud? Choppas and drones Just bark 'em down Don't be saying my name Watch your mouth Wipe the flow with his ass He called me now 'Cause bitch, you ain't built like that Why you got guns on your hip like that Oh, he used to be a plug, how you flipped like that Put them thangs on his ass, make 'em flip right back 'Cause in the pen, I ain't strip like that Damn shawty got hips like that Fuck 'em from the back in the rib like that Lemme borrow your hoe I'll give it right back, hey, lil' bitch I'm for real You ain't taking shit, and that what it is Play around he got popped like a pill Sippin' X he get popped like a seal Call up Trey, we might shoot up the crib In this jungle, better know how to live Diamonds on my water, bitch I'm an eel Slamming in this money bitch I got gills Say, "I'm with them shooters, they shootin' for real" All out my bag like some motherfuckin' grocery 800 whores who might fuck up the motor Get mad too fast, she say I'm bipolar Chasing that grill like a motherfuckin' clover Hit that lil hoe, I can't give her no closure Make her say "uh" like a no-limit soldier I hit her one time, I can't give her no closure I hit her one time, and she know that it's a (a) Big amount She told me to cum in her mouth These niggas be hatin' I can see it now Bitch, I'm a dog I've been a hound Why he talking so hoe? Why you talking loud? Choppas and drones Just bark 'em down Don't be saying my name Watch your mouth Wipe the flow with his ass He called me now 'Cause bitch, you ain't built like that Why you got guns on your hip like that Oh, he used to be a plug, how you flipped like that Put them thangs on his ass, make him flip right back 'Cause in the pen, I ain't strip like that Damn shawty got hips like that Fuck 'em from the back in the rib like that Lemme borrow your hoe I'll give it right back Tryna change out the breaks You too busy tryna get you a status Flex the wealth, baby bill it with packages Painting my car when I really wasn't havin' shit Broke in that bitch But a nigga wasn't acting rich I was just down bad Like a tragedy Ain't really havin' shit Well actually Shit didn't help me Like passively Now I got income Fuck salary Open my mouth You gonna pay a percentage Charge you for talking Don't care if it's pennies I'm all on they asses They made me relentless They talking about money Don't finish your sentence These niggas know I'm the hardest up in it I cannot forward, I promise no business These niggas from Holy, bitch they scammers Do anything to get you off your panty They say the hate don't come outta your city Don't care if they listening, no blitzing, ain't missing He know he's not killing, just want him a image That hoe, my bitch stupid, play her like a scrimmage I could have been grabbed a gun, it was in me I could have been on the block, sir, imagine My dad had the plug had bricks in the ceiling Road masters stuff with the dope in the finger Cutting out friends, chop straight down the middle Here lil bitch talk straight through the pillow Just talking about money will not make you richer Talking about cars will not put you on 'em Suppressed all the guns, it'll sound like a whisper Flash in your face until you get the picture I'm serving you raw, I ain't using no filter I'm poppin' my shit till it's out of my system Big amount She told me to cum in her mouth These niggas be hatin' I can see it now Bitch, I'm a dog I've been a hound Why he talking so hoe? Why you talking loud? Choppas and drones Just bark 'em down Don't be saying my name Watch your mouth Wipe the flow with his ass He called me now 'Cause bitch, you ain't built like that Why you got guns on your hip like that Oh he used to be a plug, how you flipped like that Put them thangs on his ass, make him flip right back 'Cause in the pen, I ain't strip like that Damn shawty got hips like that Fuck 'em from the back in the rib like that Lemme borrow your hoe I'll give it right back
Writer(s): Dajour Jamal Walker, Dajour Walkee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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