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letra de mayweather - big quis

[verse 1: big quis]
all this ice give these b-tches chills
my balmains filled with 100 dollar bills
i’m balling on these n-gg-s like brady beal
ain’t n-body f-cking with me, imma keep it real
i feel like [?] in the 80’s
presidential on the steering wheel of my mercedes
i swear i gotta ball on a hater daily
i’m the king of sh-t talking, watch me go [?]
my diamonds water like fiji
hoes lose their mouth, when they see me
i got your b-tch doing a [?]
[?]
i miss my n-gg- free wee wee
my jewelry pop out like 3d
play this sh-t right back on repeat
i show my -ss on the cd
i was going, i’m exhausted
last n-gg-s touched my ice, they got frosted
big quise, bow down to a boss, b-tch
i feel like god put me on this earth to talk sh-t

[hook: big quis]
for a minute i been getting cheddar
lying n-gg-s don’t like me but they know better
i got a bunch of hoes and we all go together
i walk around this motherf-cker like i’m mayweather
i talk sh-t like i’m mayweather
dropped the top on the coupe when it’s may weather
i talk sh-t like i’m mayweather
dropped the top on the coupe when it’s may weather

[verse 2: payroll giovanni]
i be sh-t talking, zip offing, rollie crip walking
mighta hit her once but i don’t f-ck your b-tch often
pull up in the benz, kids like it’s whip talking
cross me that’s the quickest way for y’all to get [?]
been balling, been shining, been in the trenches
y’all hoes, they hoes, we f-cked all b-tches
been the sickest, been the illest, been standard standard
she in love with my watch, so she in love with a dancer
heroin i sold that
new whips i drove that
girls knocking n-gg-s over like ‘where payroll at?’
n-gg-s can’t keep up, bylug been show that
shot out to the neighborhoods where i used to roll at
and ceilings is cathedral, my chain cost a kilo
doughboyz cashout, the neighborhood beatles
used to traffic in the regal, chasing after scrilla
y’all respect the user, i respect the dealer

[verse 3]
everybody in my hood love me
when i wear my mink i think i’m t. stuckey
you ain’t got no paper and your b-tch ugly
every time i rap i say something funny
the money that i make off this mixtape
i’m giving it to my daddy gotta get him straight (free polo)
you ain’t a real n-gg- so you can’t relate
i’m the truth with this rapping i don’t f-cking play
[?]
i’m balling just like a hooper
i got more ice than your jeweler
and got more b-tches than hooters
i got more guns then your shooters
got choppers, have fn’s and rugers
got pills and leaf for you users
i’m looking down on you losers
calm down big quise that’s enough
all these fake -ss rappers, i done p-ssed them up
i shot the last n-gg- who was acting tough
i talk a lot of sh-t and i’m not backing up

- big quis

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