Testo Big Ben - Rio Da Yung Og
Testo della canzone Big Ben (Rio Da Yung Og), tratta dall'album F.L.I.N.T. (Feeling Like I'm Not Through)
Elijah
Yeah, yeah
F- the fire, we got grease
Give me two weeks, I can run an M up
Give me three weeks, I can run another M up
That's five weeks, that's two M's
Twenty shots chased a n- down, they had two tens
I'm with Phil, I can go digital and spend two M's
I ran in repeat and bought some Rick pants
KB on the corner side, that's my big man
He playin' big man
He sittin' on the bench, he the sixth man
I came straight home from prison, bought a big crib
I wonder how her head feel 'cause her lips big
B- got a flat a-, but her hips big
This b- dramatic, she start trippin' when I put the tip in
Before I let the switch off, I put the clip in
Pinky ring cost ninety grand, call me Big Ben
Earrings six carats, that's two hundred grand
The Escalade V was two hundred grand
The Lamb' truck I bought was two hundred grand
Add that shit up, I'm ten hundreds in
That's a million cash
They ran up on a car, and they did him bad
I took a f- bar and couldn't remember math
F- around and paid too much money for a pint of Act'
Swear to god, but my drank man so real, he'll buy it back
Made my first hundred racks, I ain't know how to act
Who got some blue M boxes, I need a ninety pack
I need a whole script
I got a lot of money on me, why my clothes big
You n- did
They hit him with an old K, man, that h- big
I know a n- wanna smoke Ri for what lil bro did
Tell them n- let's go to war
You gotta have money just to fund a war
I miss my cousin, but I miss my brother more
Crib so big, it got a hundred doors
Damn near got a noosebleed, I'm up a hundred floors
I got a bad b- at home, but I be f-
Got fresh as hell yesterday, look what I f- wore
I wanna wear this s- twice, but I won't no more
I drunk some pop once, I don't want no more
I hear a lil echo, Jay, close the door
I was tryna' bust a four-five, got my shoulder sore
I won't let her suck my d-, she got a cold sore
Like what you like, the money or the h- more
I ain't gon' lie, bro, I like pros more
I'm talkin' all profit
They thought I ain't have no dog s- on me
'cause my pants had small pockets
Naw, I got a f- bookbag on me
I got a duffel bag with ten leather patches on it
This Chrome Heart, I'm a loan shark
Ayy, and I can still show you ten M
I could still show you ten M's when my phone charged
My s- still dead
They shot the n- five years ago, and he still dead
I got some old Hi-tech, It's brown, but it's still red
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Writer(s): Damario Donshay Horne-mccullough
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