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letra de back pocket - big luke inc

[verse 1: big luke]
i take my art as serious as davinci
consequently, i can give a f-ck if n-ggas thing they are better than me
you n-ggas sissy
i get busy on these instrumentals (yeah)
stage 1, you n-ggas still stuck on the fundamental
speaking of funds, my back pocket is fatter than your mama (b-tch)
that fat b-tch just sleeps in jeans, she can’t put on pajamas (hoe)
why would you say that, why you hating?
you so out of pocket (what?)
i hate a ugly b-tch that think she pretty enough to pop it (hoe)
those pretty girls are in her comments, they over hype her head
she really think she could have options (no)
baby, i just gotta let you know that’s is not the (case)
yes yo ass is getting fatter, that’s your only saving grace
i can not stand to see you lie, i can not stand to see your face
i would rather wear no helmet when i go to outer sp-ce
i can not stand to be around you, cause yo presences fills the place
with the stench that so abrasive swear i can’t even think straight
nah, i can’t even start thinking, if this hoe mess with me
one more time, i’ll swear i’ll get to tweaking
why the f-ck she even, (what)
why the f-ck she even speaking
ima hang that b-tch from higher heights
she looking down to heaven
i’m so hung, her nose bleeding
made this b-tch think she’s evelyn
i hope she suffer from depression (what)
i hope she gets a yeast infection
burn her up, i turn yo ass to dust
throw your ashes in the lake, and now you flow through aqueducts
smoking on yo pack
in my sleep you know that that’s a must
if you couldn’t tell, f-ck you n-ggers
i don’t give a f-ck (sh-t)

[verse 2: q tha hero & big luke]

this one korean b-tch
she took my seoul
i had to send her back (bye bye)
made so much money, all the numbers had to get a tat (f-ck [?])
n-ggas scored once (scoreboard)
n-gga checked the stats
n-gga on my block
he play too much
we boot him off the map
use my white voice and white banks, i’m just a friendly chap
make the opps shake like cam boyce, they taking perma naps
life without rents, you poor n-ggas never heard of that
really h-ll bent so f-ck it i’m taking n-ggas back
what’s that on yo back
hattori hanzo hooked a n-gga up
gypsy rose stabbin in the gut, we f-ckers stomach up
leave a bl–dy scene, no need to ask what brodie had for lunch
smoking onnat, (cough) it came from (shhh) it really packa punch
n-ggas really cap why would you lie (you dont live that life liar)
talking allat sh-t but through a screen, like how you die on live
n-ggas throw away their life for stupid sh-t, they not that wise
had to get my paper up, my eyes are heading on the prize
had to get my n-ggas out the hood to build an enterprise
[?] like your mom, this sh-t to fat like f-ck the exercise
feeling n-ggas stomach up with bullets, like they b-tterflies
n-ggas felt town, we took his granny as a sacrifice (b-tch)

(verse 3: q tha hero]

you all know what the f-ck it is n-gga
me and luke, not back in fourth, but we write after one another
n-gga i got his back, he got my back
n-gga i always keep something on my back
n-gga like a [?] (always)
f-ck y’all n-ggas
f-ck your mom
and f-ck your cousin who got cancer, n-gga, give no f-ck about no bald ass

- big luke inc

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