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letra de big volumes - conrad jon

verse 1

got it locked like the door man
who at the door, man
uh, it’s the dope-man
gotta policy, never got no plan
with the family, never got no band
more drums, more strings, more bass & more jams
more dough, more hoes, less talk and more head
plus you ain’t gotta speak to anyone with no bread
but when i’m in my city i’ma always give back
don’t dread anything
that’s dead, if you think you regretting the things-
that bred you to be where you standing today
if you stand in the paint, will you hand it to me
cause i been ballin’ like your motherf-cking jeweler
b-tch i’m rude as f-ck, why the f-ck should i care about you
when you feel like the one then you gotta get two of-
everything you want, don’t ever go & punt, when you could’ve went long
gotta fool the defense
when you got randy moss
got an edge be a joust
gotta hand in her blouse
i’m man of the house
oh, higher learning
that’s why i been burning
plus life’s a burden
don’t beat yourself up, tyler durden
i’ma writer, and i only write to murder
hide the body like 1950 swimsuits
i’ma sensei, with a six sense, off a senzu bean
owe me, better pay up like the rent due

hook

big volume, been big-balling
back it up we sh-t-talking
you ain’t apart of it
we still saucing
been off the-
tip toppest ganja
your b-tch still topping
pill popping, real raunchy
like, getcha billups, chauncey
big volume, been big-balling
back it up we sh-t-talking
you ain’t apart of it
we still saucing
been off the-
tip toppest ganja
your b-tch still topping
pill popping, real raunchy
like, getcha billups, chauncey

verse 2

flight to arizona never land
pr-ck, no cacti, you a beach, no sand
look ma, look ma, getting money, no hands
make it rain like the weather be up out in
spokane
uppers or the downers, i’m bipolar
hot or i’m colder but right now i’m polar
older i get, the less f-ck that i give
how come i win? all the buckets i get
b-tch, i’m a godd-mn kelce, got my motherf-cking brother
best at our position if you really ever wondered
you in the same d-mn place, cause you really never wander
you can rain all day but you really never thunder
you ain’t making no noise, oh boy oh boy
back in 8th grade had jokes, jo koy
i did everything i really had to do, b-tch
hardships get pitched ‘fore they throw you joy
karma’s a rodeo, wrangle that hoe and add that to your portfolio, opening doors
i see for miles, it’s crazy cause prior to this moment, i ain’t know the ocean is yours
now you knee deep in hot water, it’s too late doctor, you really just opening pores
fork in the road, i don’t know where to go
follow my heart and put trust in my soul

hook

- conrad jon

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