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letra de big shit - yella beezy

[intro]
cook that sh-t up, quay

[chorus: yella beezy]
ballin’, swish, swish
diamonds glist’, glist’
this don’t tick, tick
need a rich b-tch
flip a brick quick
flooded out the wrist
diamonds cold, make me sick
she put a hold on the d-ck
poppin’ big sh-t, big sh-t, big sh-t
n-gg- poppin’ big sh-t, n-gg-
big sh-t, big sh-t, big sh-t
what we doin’? poppin’ big sh-t, n-gg-

[verse 1: yella beezy]
hey, poppin’ big sh-t but i’m hollerin’, “what’s crackin’?”
need a n-gg- in the clutch, well watch beezy make it happen
in ain’t f-ckin’ with no club, why? ’cause beezy back trappin’
if these n-gg-s try to rush, then watch beezy start snappin’, hey
bm need some money, gave her a whole hundred
out of pounds with them pounds, call me a road runner
if a n-gg- need a pack, then i got the low number
you ain’t my motherf-ckin’ partner, n-gg-, it ain’t no frontin’, ayy
n-gg-s shop with me ’cause they know they get it cheaper, hey
n-gg- i was trappin’ when your man was wearin’ beepers, hey
i done made a hundred in these solja ree’ sneakers
get to playin’, i let this f-ckin’ chopper sing like aretha (skrrt)

[verse 2: yella beezy]
tell me how the f-ck you try to go big on big
chasing after a n-gg-, take care of your motherf-ckin’ kids
word around town, you’s a motherf-ckin’ snitch
better not let them n-gg-s catch, they’ll split your motherf-ckin’ wig, hey
n-gg-, i’m in love with the money like guwop
my young ho 21, that’s my motherf-ckin’ juvie, hey
get her on patrón, make a motherf-cking movie, hey
dance off in that p-ssy, yeah, i’m motherf-ckin’ groovy, hey
thugging in the limelight, diamonds, yeah, they shine bright
shining from the blind sight, get your motherf-cking mind right
you gon’ drop a dime, right? if my motherf-cking time right
thugging out in hindsight, yeah, it’s going down, right?

[verse 3: marlo]
you know, first off, you ain’t the only one gettin’ money
and the last n-gg- try to run off on me, i burned him
i can sell them bales by the day, i can move a whole hundred
couple n-gg-s say they got paper on my head, they frontin’, yeah
poppin’ big sh-t, n-gg- know my clique lit
spend a hundred on my wrist, this lil’ p-ssy sh-t
put ice around my chain, no, this ain’t water, this that drippy sh-t
n-gg-s knowing how i’m living, when i’m in the jungle, i start k!lling sh-t
that’s how i live
popping pills got a n-gg- pickin’ that work up when i’m in the field
ballin’ like f-ck a deal, i knew i was the man when i touched my first mil’
i knew i was gon’ go from nothing in these streets when i got my first k!ll
got a n-gg- ballin’ on these n-gg-s like james harden, all you hear is swish

- yella beezy

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