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letra de bigger - money man

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[chorus]
i’m gettin’ bigger and bigger
and these n-ggas hate it
went and got the h-ll cat
ain’t want the maybach
went and got the new vette
ain’t want the rarri (yeah)
ice all on my body
designer all on my body
i let her touch on my body
10k spent as folly
hit a skinny b-tch outta cheetah’s
and this chick was real fi- fine
n-ggas be slidin’ in a wraith
i’ma hit a l!ck in a chrysler
n-gga that’s a vette not a chrysler
harvest season droppin my prices

[verse 1]
got 900k in the audi
rowdy roddy piper we rowdy
swerve through i might take the audi
told ya imma win no doubt
got a cowboy gun like howdy
i just met the plug at a mountain
stones on ya neck look cloudy
water on my chain im drowing
pour a four of red im drowsy
i just broke a hoe and she poutin’
buring out in dallas with a maverick
shoot em’ in the head when he lackin’
imma make his -ss do a backflip
i done made the m from the trafficking
you get the job and let’s cook it on the couch
n-gga better proceed with caution
before i let shooter come off ya
before i let gutta come off ya
half a mil worth of clothes in my closet
icing out my ankhs and my crosses
shooting these dice in the projects (uh)
came up sellin’ this ganja (uh)
streets turned me a monster (uh)
n-gga play around i’ma pop him (uh, uh uh)
pull up like yeah yeah yeah
shootin’ at you not the air
we ain’t equal n-gga life ain’t fair
i’ll leave ya dead right there
hit her from the back pull her hair
don’t front lil n-gga you scared (huh)
ballin’ on n-ggas like and1
gotta lotta sticks and handguns
shoot him in the [?]
feel like jet li i’m the one
exotic weed fillin’ my lungs
burberry eatin’ on crumbs
let me go fill up my drum
and i ain’t talkin’ about a instrument
these n-ggas sweeter than a motherf-cker
these n-ggas got so much insulin
50 cent i done shot many men
i don’t play around with my enemies
run a whole racket like wimbledon
girls love the beat like timbaland
think imma trick girl wish again
i’ma have everybody missin him

[chorus]
i’m gettin’ bigger and bigger
and these n-ggas hate it
went and got the h-ll cat
ain’t want the maybach
went and got the new vette
ain’t want the rarri (yeah)
ice all on my body
designer all on my body
i let her touch on my body
10k spent as folly
hit a skinny b-tch outta cheetah’s
and this chick was real fi- fine
n-ggas be slidin’ in a wraith
i’ma hit a l!ck in a chrysler
n-gga that’s a van not a chrysler
harvest season droppin my prices

- money man

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