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louder - big noyd كلمات أغنية

[intro: big noyd]
you out there?
louder
ayo, check it out, yo, yo
well, clap your hands to what he’s doing
ayo

[verse 1: big noyd]
you know i’m makin’ sales on the hill, slingin’ the fish scale
the motherf_ckin’ cracks and sh_t
in a ghetto state of mind
n_ggas slingin’ dime, doing three to nines
in the grind that i’m tryna flip
and change my ways, but not my techniques
holdin’ tecs when i walk, tecs when i talk, tecs when i sleep
if you don’t keep heat sparkin’, you a dead man walkin’
prepare for war, ready to sleep, ’cause see, me
more ready to squeeze, you be more ready to breeze
and i’m real, and you just a stuntin’ mc
when we say you know how we roll, we talkin’ how deep
whеn we say you know what we hold, we talkin’ ’bout hеat
and we keep hundreds and guns ’cause talk is cheap
hey holmes, you better run when you see me in the street
try to diss me in your rhymes, i’ma warn you one time
then out come them .9s, n_gga (bow, bow)
[chorus: prodigy]
you out there?
louder
louder
well, clap your hands to what he’s doing
you out there?
louder
louder
yo, check it out, ayo, it’s like
well, clap your hands to what he’s doing

[verse 2: prodigy]
i heard he s’posed to be known for bustin’ his gun, him and his man
out in south jamaica bka the desert land
goin’ at p, you finished, man
you’s a flea, a peasant ass n_gga beneath me
our shots connect with bodies, ask your chiefs
you better run to your boss about me
we k!ll n_ggas like you and f_ck the police
i built n_ggas like you, you manufactured by me
studied every mobb song, every cd
now you tryna grow up and squeeze your foot in my louis?
my ballys, my timbs with the gucci
my two_shot with the red beam shoot moolies
you n_ggas goin’ at me, get your t__th loose here
your chain get popped and all you n_ggas run from my bullets
a mobb n_gga to the fullest, no bullsh_t
catch n_ggas havin’ they fun and we ruin it
[chorus]
you out there?
louder
louder
well, clap your hands to what he’s doing
you out there?
well, clap your hands to what he’s doing

[verse 3: big noyd]
and when i’m spittin’ that fire, i know it burns you up, n_gga
when they play your song, n0body turn you up, n_gga
your rap style sucks and your style is chump, boy
y’all n_ggas ain’t ready, you don’t want it with big noyd
homeboy, don’t lie, you never handled no guns
never sold no drugs, you was never no one
no scars, no bars, no pumpin’, no buckin’
the frontin’, homeboy, you never touched no one
you don’t know what thuggin’ is from the womb to the tomb
what you know about visits, n_gga, boofin’ balloons?
or on the street with the smack and the spoon
slingin’ dope from 12 mid to 12 noon in the streets with the goons
what you know about it, dunn? all my n_ggas on the run
all my n_ggas in the grave, and most up in the cage
and how they come home rockin’ the specs with the waves
or thuggin’ with the timbos rockin’ the braids
you down, kid, this right here for all ages
cop the mixtapes ’cause radio, they scared to play this
we too thug for them so we say, “f_ck the haters”
then throw it up for my n_ggas comin’ with the gators
my ladies with the chanel ridin’ for the players
believe me, man, nothing’s gonna stop us from gettin’ paper
it’s a wrap for it, man, just adapt to it
we got it mastered, for every track, we write classics, n_gga

- louder

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