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letra de bigger now - finesse2tymes

[chorus: hunxho]
stayin’ out the mix, i
came from that 6 side
beefin’ with the guys, lil’ bro outside and he don’t get tired
xho came in the game in his own lane, no, he don’t d-ck-ride
came out the ghetto, chains on my sweater now
ma, i’m doing better now, made vibes that i wouldn’t let her down
forty-nine charges on my rico, they couldn’t sit me down
on god though
i bowed my head and talked to god when sh-t got harder
(xo think he all that)

[verse 1: hunxho]
i’m bigger now, sack
know xho solid, this a fact
if you feel some way, just ask me, talkin’ down, no, this ain’t that
i should answer when you call, a hundred problems on my back
c-major lockеd up for a body, i pray the lawyers bring him back
i’m all in, know i rap, but i’ll crash like car wrеck
know they bleed how we bleed, we shed blood, i’m not scared
it’s still blood, this all red
i stayed down, did my best
i pull up blowin’ at these n-ggas, know i heard what y’all said
talkin’ ’bout, “pull up”
this ain’t nothin’, this here to cook up
with her face soon as she look up
thirty thousand just to book us, p
and i’m still s-x, money, bleed
you know xho still be on east
tell them boys, “don’t come outside”
send them n-ggas straight to god
heard them boys been talkin’ down, why? sh-t, ’cause i probably robbed ’em
go drop off a hundred thousand, why? sh-t, that’s just for my mama
know my block get hot, i’m talkin’ ’bout boiling
‘member days i couldn’t afford it
n-ggas hatin’, but that sh-t normal
hit the switch all through eight hundred
[verse 2: finesse2tymes]
ak in the stash spot, who wanna run with me?
i’m the man in this b-tch, who wanna come with me?
f-ckin’ with that lyin’-ass n-gga, i’m the truth
i’ll still eat a cold cut with chips and jungle juice
i’ll still pull up in the chevy sittin’ on twenty-eights
i’ll still wear the same clothes five days straight
if i wanted to, i’d buy the whole store and make it back
i got four hoes live in one spot like i’m the man
i’m the player of the year, it’s like thirty-six zip
it’s the tenth, but i’ll make this block jump like it’s the fifth
i’ll still f-ck a ghetto booty messy-ass b-tch
with them bad-ass kids and them triflin’-ass friends (keep it hood, finesse)

[verse 3: finesse2tymes]
when you see me out in traffic, n-gga, look the other way
’cause i ain’t talkin’, i ain’t clutchin’, b-tch, i’m comin’ off the waist
give a f-ck about no camera, give a f-ck about no witness
i’ll throw this sh-t away before i let a n-gga get it
i got a million instagram hoes likin’ all my posts
give a f-ck about your feelings, i’m just tryna f-ck your throat
give a f-ck about no dj who don’t wanna spin my sh-t
’cause if all else fails, i know how to break a b-tch
give a f-ck about the feds, tell ’em, “free the cartel”
gave star forty years, i’ma keep him in my prayers
give a f-ck about promoters that ain’t f-ckin’ with my price
gotta watch who try to book me ’cause i know these n-ggas shiest’
wanna trick me out my life, i know the opps been tryna get me
i told ju to shoot whoever or whatever look suspicious
fng the clan, n-gga, f-ck whoever go against it
gotta reach out to yo gotti, tell him crown me king of memphis
i’m just sayin’
[chorus: hunxho]
stayin’ out the mix, i
came from that 6 side
beefin’ with the guys, lil’ bro outside and he don’t get tired
xho came in the game in his own lane, no, he don’t d-ck-ride
came out the ghetto, chains on my sweater now
ma, i’m doing better now, made vibes that i wouldn’t let her down
forty-nine charges on my rico, they couldn’t sit me down
on god though
i bowed my head and talked to god when sh-t got harder

[outro: finesse2tymes]
memphis, king of memphis
crown me king of memphis
reach out to yo gotti, tell him crown me king of memphis
tell him crown me king of memphis
reach out to yo gotti, tell him crown me king of memphis, n-gga

- finesse2tymes

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