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letra de go blank - big homiie g

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[intro]
dee, you poppin’ yo’ sh-t, n-gga
rjayy, slam this, n-gga
woah

[verse 1]
my city done got wicked (wicked), youngins thirteen with them switches (switches)
k!ll yo’ ass ’bout nothin’ (nothin’), they just want the recognition (d-mn)
i can get you whacked, i got pull like a transmission (ooh, ooh)
might drop this sh-t at noon ’cause i know all my fans miss me (let’s go, let’s go)
hundred k out the bank (bank), make my pants feel a lil’ different (they stiff)
f-ckin’ him ain’t like f-ckin’ me (f-ckin’ me), know she know the difference (i know)
i’m k!llin’ it while i’m in it (oh), throw a perc’ back, now i’m trippin’ (oh)
she missin’ me while i’m gone (gone), textin’ me like, “bae, come homе” (no)
[refrain]
three cities in one week, that’s a lot of hunchos on me (hunchos)
walkin’ through thе airport, they done drew threw the po-pos on me (breeze)

[chorus]
askin’ me for drugs and money (money), f-ck i look like, bugs the bunny?
’cause i got these carats on me, rings, but i ain’t married, homie (married, homie)
hard to speak up when i’m geeked up, drank done snuck up on me (snuck up on me)
i call teeko when i need more, tell him, “pull up on me” (“pull up on me”)

[refrain]
had to switch up all my digits, it’s for members only (my numbers)
n-ggas tryna eat off me, better eat bologna (eat bologna)
three cities in one week, that’s a lot of hunchos on me (hunchos)
walkin’ through the airport, they done drew threw the po-pos on me (breeze)

[chorus]
askin’ me for drugs and money (money), f-ck i look like, bugs the bunny?
’cause i got these carats on me, rings, but i ain’t married, homie (married, homie)
hard to speak up when i’m geeked up, drank done snuck up on me (snuck up on me)
i call teeko when i need more, tell him, “pull up on me” (“pull up on me”)

[verse 2]
hey, that’s big g, that sh-t ain’t none to speak up on (be quiet)
every time you see big g, he got new pieces on (ooh)
n-ggas love leeching, just a f-ck n-gga zone (yeah)
talkin’ million dollar deals on a flip phone (h-llo?)
i chopped her and cut her off (off), she won’t leave me ‘lone (bye)
i can’t go back and forth, this ain’t ping-pong (ping-pong)
n-ggas love droppin’ salt ’til they get pushed up on (phew-phew)
they keep askin’ when i’ma drop, sh-t, it won’t be that long (be that long)

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