Текст песни Mike Will Made It - Big God

[Intro] Ear Drummers Fuck is my ransom, homie? [Chorus: Trouble] Hey wassup, tell me what's in your cup (what you sippin'?) You from the hood too, don't be actin' all stuck up You gettin' money lil' baby, I guess we eatin' (I guess we eatin') I get to rollin' blunts while I'm talkin' to Gs Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck See me runnin' this shit up (flexin') Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck, big up (talk to you) Only the lil' homie stuck Niggas tryin', niggas dyin', niggas greedy, everyday Shit get real, shit get hard, niggas need you, everyday Only the lil' homie stuck, big up Only the lil' homie stuck, yeah [Verse 1: Trouble] Guess I'ma hold it down, I'ma hold it down I can't scratch this shit enough, don’t snitch, bitch, hold it down Niggas ain't know shit, so quit the switch, don't fuck around What the fuck you pullin' out the gat for if you don't plan to blowin' it down? Bitch, you plottin' on yo' main man, I'm lookin' good for that Rest in peace to 44 P, they hurt the hood with that Look at all these po' ass kids, the hood fucked up This shit was never my dream, hustle from fuck ups Sit back, blowin' some green, talk to the big god Can you please bless my fam' with tickets too much to ask for Nigga need ya, niggas tryna be greedy Just want good for my people, forgive me of all my evils I don't mean a lot but you're tough and I need ya Everyone don't fuck, don't give a fuck, I keep her Baby hit the balls, baby rough on the weepers Scratchin' like a panther, puttin' bucks on the liters [Chorus: Trouble] Hey wassup, tell me what's in your cup (what you sippin'?) You from the hood too, don't be actin' all stuck up You gettin' money lil' baby, I guess we eatin' (I guess we eatin') I get to rollin' blunts while I'm talkin' to Gs Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck

See me runnin' this shit up (flexin') Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck, big up (talk to you) Only the lil' homie stuck [Verse 2: Problem] I pay all my niggas, y'all payin' the badge Live zone 6, with deep mac, trap way in the back (I remember my niggas) In front of church, guns, a TV and a bootleg DVD You old players need to stop hatin' on these young ballers Barkley and Shaq, TNT Diamond Lane, DLG Off the seven like BLB You almost high as GLD I'm from Compton so I don't expect you to understand my POV I done bossed up bosses, that's why I said I'm a young OG Now done sold more than a P and I ran from not one nigga Have you raised a bitch to lick dick, just come give her? (Hey) I took too much molly, alert the homies like come get her (fucked up) Hell naw, if you strapped or if he not so don't fuck with her (yeah) My niggas gon' be my niggas no matter what, so I'm stuck with them (yeah) My bitches like bitches but can't fuck, 'less I fuck with them Like a toilet, that's blocked up, yeah, I'm deep in this shit, no sleepin' I'm peepin', everythin' breathin', no love in this shit Go hard as the governor man, and no I'm not lovin' the bitch Remember when the trap was bunkin' Niggas I thought I was makin' money off of publishin' shit (Ha ha, that's crazy) I can't stop comin', that's why I got so many babies And bitches love a dog, that's why I got so many ladies (What) [Chorus: Trouble] Hey wassup, tell me what's in your cup (what you sippin'?) You from the hood too, don't be actin' all stuck up You gettin' money lil' baby, I guess we eatin' (I guess we eatin') I get to rollin' blunts while I'm talkin' to Gs Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck See me runnin' this shit up (flexin') Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck, big up (talk to you) Only the lil' homie stuck Niggas tryin', niggas dyin', niggas greedy, everyday Shit get real, shit get hard, niggas need you, everyday Only the lil' homie stuck, big up Only the lil' homie stuck, yeah
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