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letra de big (remix) - caden swanigan

yuh, young motherf-cker
young little brother
young little b-gg-r
young widdle sucker
you should really rap clean, have honor
or better yet, don’t rap anything, why bother?
yuh, dumb motherf-cker
dumb little brother
dumb little b-gg-r
dumb widdle sucker
oh no, he’s too brittle, not a chopper
rapping, leave flames with the spittle
why bother tryna negate me when i’m already in first place
i run this entire race
usain bolt, i laugh in yo face
you say no, i prove my place
you don’t know how bad it’s been
you don’t know i’m stretched out thin
you don’t know what is within, yuh
this competition, love
is what i’m winnin’, uh
cookin’ heat like a kitchen, whuh
give it fruition, yuh
they say to win at this game, ya gotta be big
ya gotta be tall
ya gotta be able to see through them all
ya gotta be able to flex up a mall
ya gotta be able to abuse tylenol
ya gotta be able to make the siren call
ya gotta be able to talk all the cr-p
ya don’t even gotta know how to rap
gotta get all that
give me all that
in it for the money, then i can fall back (on what?)
i don’t know, but i know i’ll have that dough (and if you don’t)
never thought of that
what if i spread lies? (fake)
what if i fight guys? (fake)
what if i have useless beefs i know gon’ get me signed? (fake)
murder on my mind? (nay)
pop like columbine? (nay)
actually start to develop and get good with time? (ay)
i get it, i get it, i got it
but can she get on it?
can i get profit?
yeah, if you slaughter and murder
like dahmer and turner
get off of streets and murder the beats like dre day
may day
man, f-ck ray j
jk
heavy bars, see how much they weigh
i got one wish for my heyday
never reach it
yeah, i’m preachin’
yeah, i teach it
yeah, i’m using that logical flow
and i’m outta control
and i never get more than i get in the mo’
and i’m letting it flow
like how all i do is rhyme
all i do is grind
all i do is shine
i’m one a kind
told her keep it steady how she workin’
in they nightmares like i’m freddy, they deserve it
i’m like an eagle, call me eddie, but not murphy
i’m gumby, d-mnit!
she too hokey, call her pokey ‘cause she ride it like a horse
n-ggas always knockin’ on my door like jehova’s witness
mind ya bidness
mad intentions
ask no questions
sky’s the limit
i’mma get it as i get it
was never good at discretion
they say to win at this game, ya gotta be big
ya gotta be tall
ya gotta be able to see through them all
ya gotta be able to flex up a mall
ya gotta be able to abuse tylenol
ya gotta be able to make the siren call
ya gotta be able to talk all the cr-p
ya don’t even gotta know how to rap
like man, what’s your plan?
just get some fortune and fame
contribute nothing to the game
you think i don’t know the pain?
i was on the godd-mn verge of going f-cking insane
might just go commit some kamikaze, it’s crazy
for that revival, i bet it
won’t relapse, so get ready
to get murdered by the music
don’t lose it
not you, yourself, or yee?
it’s not that easy, my g
you can’t just hit the f-cking lotto and be like hova, you see?
you gotta grab the mic and spit some bars
and i ain’t talking ‘bout mars
you gotta be numbero uno
finesse like you bruno
they call me the dawg, so i bite like i’m cujo (roof!)
why your rolex tick-tick-tocking?
supposed to glide, yeah
ayo and teo roll up and then you go blind, yeah
party for the weekend with those blinding lights, yeah
feelin’ like rd, ispy, yeah
i have had it with these motherf-cking fakes in this motherf-cking game
honey, get my supersuit, i’mma blast them all
like a basketball, i’mma make ‘em bounce
show up unannounced like bapbapbapbap
one bar, two bars, three bars, four bars
spittin’ this fire, hanzo sub-par
bringing the heat like we mark raxton
makin’ moves like i’m steve paxton
i’m speed demon, michael jackson
i’m man enough, tell toni braxton, roof!
yeah

- caden swanigan

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