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letra de mtv2 - big quis

[intro]
i’m in a good mood now, you feel me?
on my first cd i was angry at the people in the city
’cause when that one sh-t happen
everybody thought it was funny sh-t in the game
but i realized that was a test to see if i had what it took
to hold the city down, and i proved that
now the streets know i’m go protect detroit reputation
by any means necessary when i get my turn

[verse 1]
my turn
when it come to sh-t talkin, i’m the mothaf-ckin best
my louis sneakers checkers but, the game of life is chess
i took some losses but, my diamond crosses say i’m bless
bylug ent, we ain’t f-ckin’ with the rest
i don’t rep no east to west, i’m only reppin’ for detroit
girl don’t want yo broke -ss, she rather go play with her toy
i’m just tryna get these bills, n-gga like lesean mccoy
lately i been gettin’ money with them margarita boys
i’m smokin’ on this loud while i’m crusin’ down the mile
scrollin’ through my phone, like who b-tch should i dial?
a couple n-ggas hatin’ but i know my momma proud
got the f-ck up out that deal, ain’t no stoppin’ us now
when jeezy come to town, they won’t let us perform
they just totally ignored, i made it to billboard
i’m too talented for that, i couldn’t’ take it no more
and besides big quis a mothaf-ckin overlord
i’m drivin’ foreign cars, my wifey rock a rollie
i think my b-tch is loyal, at least that’s what she told me
can walk in fat boys and order me a chicken hoagie
this stick is helpin’ me protect the ice just like a goalie
ever f-cked a b-tch with a million followers?, i did
cartier’s with the chunky diamonds on my eyelids
if i die today, dre go make sure that my kids straight
how you real? and that watch you wearin’ on ya wrist fake
baddest b-tches in detroit can tell you how my d-ck taste
i’ma say they names if they don’t support my mixtape
get cho sh-t straight so you stop being broke and mad
that reggie blunt got yo breath smellin’ like open -ss
touch this water, get wet just like a ocean splash
i gotta ball, can’t let them pin my sh-t on the gl-ss
i carry cash, my wifey holdin’ the cash carrier
chanel clutches and cartiers is all you see
chinchilla coats and the coups i cruise came overseas
chillin’ courtside catchin’ caldwell at lil cease’ (arena)
put some plants in my bas-m-nt, money growin’ on trees
i’m the reason yo girl got carpet burns on all her knees
roll my sleeve up a little, take a look at my wrist
patek philippe, i swear to god that’s next on my list
i want to shoot it out, this n-gga wanta make a diss
shout to my uncle much, a og from the 6 (mcnichols)
sippin’ crist’ with brisk, that’s a breakfast for champs
i’m gettin’ money, my mothaf-ckin neck is a lamp
my camp consisted, our jewelry glistenin’ with no -ssistance
the best ever, the record label ain’t see the vision
i got the look, these hoes love me you f-ckin’ dummy (dummy)
can really rap, the streets love me you f-ckin’ dummy (dummy)
sorry for the wait, i had to get my business straight
i’m the worst mistake atlantic dumb-ss then ever made

[outro]
mtv2

- big quis

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