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letra de whitney houston - the big homie

[intro]
hmm (pooh, you a fool for this one)
yeah
uh-huh, don’t worry ’bout it, mmm
yop

[verse]
how they don’t like me and they still be around?
get them n-ggas out the field, i’m tellin’ you they playin’ around
i told her i don’t wanna f-ck, the head good just for now
they callin’ in in the city, whole time, i’m in the south
i tell them n-ggas meet me somewhere, i’ll meet ’em in the middle
bullets flyin’ from every angle, you won’t see a hospital
whole time it be the principle, was young and i ain’t get it
hmm, i’ll pull a fifty out the stash, i’m tryna see how i’m finna invest, n-gga
i’m comin’ for your life, that sh-t on your neck, you can keep it
he got trey on his neck, i’ma shoot it ’til i don’t see it (yop)
it’s a couple k’s in the whip, we slidin’ for no reason
mmm, i don’t know no alphabet, in alpharetta where i’m sleepin’
mmm, hold on, who the f-ck your mans? i’m finna sleep him
if you look like that you pickin’ sides, i’ma make you k!ll him
mmm, i’m in the mob, the way i move, she say i’m clever
bronem trippin’, why he still slidin’ and his ass on tether?
with it, yeah, boy, we reckless with it, you ain’t heard we be catchin’ n-ggas?
if i catch you slidin’ with them n-ggas, then you in the mix
i’m switchin’ states, gettin’ rich, in the booth gettin’ lit
i know these n-ggas want my head, move like the president (mmm)
ever get caught, i plead the fifth, i ain’t tellin’ sh-t
heard he got caught, he told some sh-t and gave evidence
you got seventy-two hours, stand tall and i’ma bail you out
if i bl!ck you down, you can’t do sh-t, you gotta hit the ground
i see an opp, we out of town, bro, ooh, we gotta get this n-gga
we don’t never see his ass in the city, this the only time we can k!ll him
get phones and slide giffies, boy, come get some money with me
i got fans everywhere a n-gga go, now, ooh
who f-ckin’ with me? actin’ like gucci, let’s tell the truth
i’m tryna make it out the city, bring my whole family with me
can’t question me, when i got it, known for gettin’ busy (yop)
if i cover my eyes up, guarantee i still hit him (yop, mmm, yop)
[outro]
i can’t leave no witny, chopper sing like whitney houston
leave no witny, chopper sing like whitney houston
i can’t leave no witny, chopper sing like whitney houston
leave no witny, chopper sing like whitney houston
i can’t leave no witny, chopper sing like whitney houston
leave no witny, chopper sing like whitney houston
yop

- the big homie

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