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letra de big dawg - sy mosquiat

[intro: sy mosquiat]
no gods, you n-ggas know what we on
got like 50k in jewelry dancin’ on me right now, no cap
(mama, zachary makin’ beats again)
for real

[verse 1: sy mosquiat]
i saw a k!ll, make a ticket on that back block (my dog)
wear so much gucci, i should probably be the mascot (no cap)
i don’t f-ck with pigs, a f-ck if it’s a black cop
sh-t, let ’em take the weed, just don’t let ’em find my laptops (we goin’ fed)
i’ll nevеr take a loss, that don’t look good on me
them bullеts big and bald, i got suge on me (yeah, for real)
i’ll give a b-tch a dime if she f-ck right
bunch of women, n-ggas wouldn’t understand my love life (b-tches)
i told her come to the mansion and don’t be uptight
told raj, “you ever see an opp, you better up pipe” (k!ll him)
would talk to you ’bout pape’, but you the broke type
you be around them b-tches, but they told me you the bro type (you the brother, n-gga)
i got fifty in jewelry, that’s on my dead homies (no cap)
got a dub in the suitcase and got some bread on me (bread on me)
my man said he hit it, but i don’t care, homie
’cause i ain’t tryna f-ck, come here and put that head on me (do me up)
she spit on the d-ck and she be talkin’ to it
she ain’t know what she was doin’, i had to walk her through it (get nasty)
these n-ggas ain’t ballin’, they make baller music (ugh)
told her when you f-ck me, baby girl, just put your all into it
[chorus: sy mosquiat]
zo died, i fell back and got my money up (big dog)
big dog, you lil’ n-ggas ain’t never even been twenty up (no cap)
b-tches know i’m paid and how i carry, so they wanna f-ck (they wanna f-ck me)
she bad, but in her eyes, she wish she was before the tummy tuck

[verse 2: est gee]
yeah, anything that ain’t gang fraud
puttin’ tens and twenties on y’all boys like a hate charge
trap n-gga, my atlanta b-tch thought it was bank fraud
touched a hundred large ‘fore i ever had a bank card
i’m talkin’ hundred-fifty, all blue cheese
raw ‘phetamine have a junkie like he grew wings
big shiner, opis in my body, i’m a dope fiend
rich n-gga, still all in that dolo lettin’ the door swing
mmm, n-ggas broke, can’t show me four g’s
she lay down when she eat d-ck, i call her no knees
trail a fed case to the city, it’s on no weed
extraditions only get attention from the police
intuition kick in, i can sense these n-ggas b-tches
i was tryna hip him to the play, but he ain’t listen
i was tryna give him some money, but he was finished
he was dissin’ on my n-gga, now he somewhere with the fishes
he a b-tch there

[chorus: sy mosquiat]
zo died, i fell back and got my money up (big dog)
big dog, you lil’ n-ggas ain’t never even been twenty up (no cap)
b-tches know i’m paid and how i carry, so they wanna f-ck (they wanna f-ck me)
she bad, but in her eyes, she wish she was before the tummy tuck (bad now)
zo died, i fell back and got my money up (big dog)
big dog, you lil’ n-ggas ain’t never even been twenty up (no cap)
b-tches know i’m paid and how i carry, so they wanna f-ck (they wanna f-ck me)
she bad, but in her eyes, she wish she was before the tummy tuck (bad now)

- sy mosquiat

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