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T I Big Things Poppin Clean

I wanted I could get 100 on the tab Sell em all double down do the math Think I won't pull up in something With 200 on the dash [Chorus] Do it like I

8 Keys and Jay-Z to get this city poppin' now Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now Big money talkin', Mayweather - Paquiao Gucci soft up 'cause he can't

or I'm a pic that one the chick so bad so I'm a take action. [Chorus:] Oh your cuute! I know I know I get that pretty much where ever I go I go see

motherfuckers talk sleeve(?) and drop, If I ain't got a weapon I'm gon pick up a rock, And when I buss your ass, I'm goin to continue to box, Get your

it triller than me Myself and I that's Bun B I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip lean I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw

him alone/ When will he die?/ I'll be at home/ Who gets his car?/ Who gets the crib?/ Those are his pills?/ I'm poppin' the lid/ I give him a week/ What

re up late, can't get no sleep, I'm outside Cruisin' down 5th Ave., makin' love in your ride You want that baby but I'm out here thinkin' maybe What if

I ain't loud around a snitch I don't crowd around a btich The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks I been sick since niggaz was on Harlod Miner dick I

know what I mean? Man, I hate makin' movies But I like that money, think I don't? Hmph Check me out, I just walk in Don't even find a seat, just threw