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the big homie - mia lyrics
[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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