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letra de hell nah - the big homie

[intro: the big homie]
(d-mn, tye, you made this b-tch too? the f-ck got into you?)
hmm, yop, hmm, yop, yop, n-gga
yeah, huh

[verse 1: the big homie]
oh, h-ll nah
she want me spend all this money, lil’ b-tch a d-mn frog
b-tch, i’m a scam god, lil’ b-tch, i’ll scam y’all
your n-gga p-ssy, tellin’ you, he don’t wanna have no standoff
let me see that p-ssy, ain’t got time to play, take off them d-mn thongs
i done hit that p-ssy, went up out my way and put my mans on
what you think we stand on? n-gga, trey mafia
all my n-ggas hands on, we can do a lot for ya
more than your spouse or cuz, i don’t give a f-ck ’bout blood
he could be related, whole time, n-gga ain’t my blood (n-gga, yop)
i can say this for my babies, they ain’t got it out the mud (n-gga, why?)
’cause they ain’t had to
when them bullets flyin’, n-ggas better duck and they gon’ havе to
knock the sense out thе stupid n-gga head, now he a statue
say i hit him from a distance, they ain’t see ’em ’cause i’m casper (hah, yop)
mm, n-gga, huh
i’m gon’ make him blow his bladder, they gon’ put him in a caption, n-gga
knew he was dead before his mama, n-gga, she the one that had him
they say i’m crazier than boom, we can’t be in the same room
when we both in the same room, n-gga, we red-nose pits, n-gga
n-gga, we both on bullsh-t, n-gga, we all got full clips, n-gga
yeah
[verse 2: gmo stax]
you can’t run from this sh-t, she tryna run from the d-ck
runnin’ your mouth’ll get you k!lled, i’m just tryna tell you what it is
if it’s a charger in the hood and it ain’t gang’s, then we flippin’ it
try to run up on me, think it’s a game, i get ridiculous with it
i ain’t got no love for him, he wasn’t in the trenches with me
chopper and pistol with me, n-gga ain’t tryna shoot it out
shot this b-tch so many times, cut the air on just to cool it down
n-gga better cool it down before i see what you about
n-gga better switch his route, pop up at a n-gga mama house

[verse 3: diddy da don]
it’s all certified tweakers in the room
we get to sweepin’ n-ggas out this b-tch, hope you got your broom
n-ggas like to run they mouth and sh-t, we face his ass like zoom
i’m activated off these perkies, i just mixed it with the juice
opp tryna do a song, that’s a body in the booth
callin’ in, tryna get saved, boy, we don’t f-ck with you
them n-ggas tryna ride the wave, i can see ’em, we got ’em spooked
we pourin’ wock’ ’til we can’t taste the pop
in the club throwin’ dubs, them b-tches make it pop
i ain’t show that b-tch no love, i just hit her off a shot
i robbed that n-gga on my block, he ain’t comin’ back no more
told them n-ggas pick a side or we gon’ hit that backdoor
they ain’t think i was gon’ slide, they ain’t know i had the lo’
you juiced that n-gga up, i popped his head like a cantaloupe

- the big homie

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