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letra de mia - the big homie

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[intro: the big homie]
(d-mn, tye, you made this b-tch too?)
(mia jay c)
yop
worry ’bout it, don’t even worry ’bout me
hmm, ’cause i’m a certified tweaker
n-gga a certified tweaker

[verse 1: the big homie]
i done turned my back and n-ggas stabbed me, huh, knew that sh-t was gon’ happen
should’ve upped and start blastin’, but still don’t give no passes
cuz done got ’em gone, that sh-t like magic, huh, i wonder what happened
long story short, them n-ggas lackers, worry ’bout it, huh
bro we up score, n-gga, chill out then, he still tryna get out in the field
got three yops in case one jam, ridin’ fishbowl tryna catch a salе
whole time, n-gga duckin’, dodgin’ me, huh, n-gga can’t duck thеse bullets
huh (no), n-gga can’t duck no fully
huh, yop, all my n-ggas some bullies (hmm)

[verse 2: diddy da don & ybn lil bro]
mhm
i tried to shoot first, you know taytay, he a ballhog
hit her off that perc’, ain’t no work, made her call off
the ho asked me what i’m worth, an m if i round off
b-tch, i’m just a certified stepper who became a boss
every time a n-gga say my name, i go make ’em talk
i shouldn’t’ve let that p-ssy live, d-mn, but he can’t even walk
been sittin’ on a n-gga crib for twenty minutes, he finally pulled up
hop out, give him fifty bucks, but that was not enough
we want all them n-ggas’ blood (h-ll yeah, yup)
[verse 3: ybn lil bro]
i know what i did, i ain’t tryna talk
can’t believe what i saw
miss my n-gga, but don’t worry ’bout it, knock his ass off
bro’nem got them fast-ass cars, we f-ck bad broads
been had jaws
ten toes, get me in that b-tch, i’ma stand tall
i’m a f-ckin’ beast

[verse 4: gmo stax]
you know the hook can’t f-ck with me
chopper push him up the street
f-ck them n-ggas up the street
they know that it’s up with me
b-tches double dutchin’, tryna peep
i don’t like this opp pack, you can taste his dirty ass all in this f-ckin’ weed
and this sh-t came with seeds
when you see me, cop a plea
see you out, you coppin’ pleas
b-tch my number-one fan, she like the way i style on beats

[verse 5: the big homie]
long live the mafia
i can’t do sh-t for no b-tch, go ask your spouse or somethin’
sh-t, i’m quick to kick a b-tch out my pad, better set the play or somethin’
b-tch, i’m beefin’ with your cousin, tried to k!ll him, he’s with your brother
i can’t think, too much sh-t on my mind, the drugs gettin’ to me
i can’t ride with thirty shots, i need at least a hundred and fifty
[outro: the big homie]
don’t worry about it, n-gga

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