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letra de big sb - damjonboi

[intro]
n-gga, big sb is the clique that i claim
know some real n-ggas that claim the same thing
they don’t want war, these n-ggas want peace
now guess how many carats in this sb piece

[verse]
flyin’ up the mile in this big-ass benz (skrrt)
baby playin’ roles, now i’m f-ckin’ on her friend, yeah (yeah)
i told her meet me on the 10 (let’s get it)
n-gga play it crazy, i’ma hit him with this fin
i’m so used to setting trends
counted up a dub, gave my baby mama ten, yeah
ain’t too proud from this sh-t that i done did (i ain’t)
i’m just prayin’ god forgive me for my sins
you tryna cuff a ho and you know that she a freak (stupid)
runnin’ up bags every day of the week (stupid)
i’m still trippin’ off of b (ah)
sometimes i sit back and just wish that it was me (gang)
poppin’ p’s like i get them b-tches free
real p, i might charge your b-tch a fee (charge a fee)
they don’t want war, these n-ggas want peace (uh?)
now guess how many carats in this sb piece (boy)

[interlude]
what’s wrong with these n-ggas, man?
you keepin’ your feets on these n-ggas’ neck?
these n-ggas know we was comin’ last
man, y’all n-ggas in the past, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
big sb
i’m talkin’ ’bout foot on n-ggas’ necks
n-gga, this heavy press
and i don’t care about the rest, know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
f-ck wrong with you stupid-ass n-ggas?
[chorus]
n-gga, big sb is the clique that i claim (yeah)
know some real n-ggas that claim the same thing (yeah)
still in the zone, givin’ young n-ggas the game
get a n-gga knocked off for a pair of frames
her value went down, she started f-ckin’ with a lame
unc’ got rich f-ckin’ ’round with the ‘caine
i done lost everybody, in my voice, you hear the pain (d-mn)
got love for them boys, but it’d never be the same
i’m eastside fresh, ‘miri jeans, white tee (white)
n-ggas d-ck suckin’, wanna be like me (d-mn)
took twenty-five hundred, went and bought my b-tch a coat (no cap)
pulled out a loaf, mama think i’m sellin’ dope
dog used to have a bag, now he ’round this b-tch broke (sh-t)
dropped out of high school, started sellin’ coke
b-tch, i be out in ‘nap like i play for the colts (yeah)
your n-gga just a rapper, i’m a motherf-ckin’ g.o.a.t. (sh-t)

[outro]
godd-mn
man, you n-ggas mad, shut the f-ck out somewhere with that stupid-ass sh-t you n-ggas talkin’ ’bout, man
n-gga, n-gga, it’s the biggest of the biggest, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout
talkin’ ’bout the motherf-ckin’ nation
you punk-ass n-ggas can’t stand a chance
woah
man, godd-mn, n-gga, pass me my motherf-ckin’ drank

- damjonboi

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