Testo Big One - Multiszn feat. Mhc Cj
Testo della canzone Big One (Multiszn feat. Mhc Cj), tratta dall'album Sorrow Prince
Ran a couple million up but still ain't ever satisfied
I done had a 'lil chip on my shoulder since the day I got traumatized
Stunna told me keep it coming, nigga let the drumma fly
I'll be damned they ever make a call that make my mama cry
Used to look up to my grandmama
Now I walk around with mad commas
I walk in the bank I need a bag for us
All these diamonds around they finna brag for us
Yeah ouu ouu
I done told 'em I'mma be a big one
Hope my mama really proud of me cause I refuse to ever be a victim
That's on my soul, nigga let's rock and roll
Took a flight out of my city, I ain't coming home
LAX or ATL, where you wanna go?
I ain't had no life before so I stay on the road
Snowbunny give her body up to me every time I pull up
Put you in the background
'Lil nigga we don't know you
We gon keep that fire around
Ride around my city on tour bus
Niggas ain't got no motion
These fuck niggas be piss poor
I'm pissed off
Come around with that rara, we gon hit 'em up with a big glock
I'm serious
Disrespect my craft, we get 'em scratched off
It's really up
Your bitch touching me like she give pat downs, I don't pity you
They said I ain't on shit, now look at them
Antisocial, know I'm awkward, but I'm really him
Say all that they want, but they can't ever say I ain't locked in
My bitch ain't gon ever cheat, she know that I got options
No matter what I'm a big one
One day we gon be the largest
Too antisocial I ain't tryna kick it
I'd rather go grind than pop out at parties
It's gon be worth it
Can't wait to go pull up in them big body GLS
Can't even park it
Remember I used to steal out of Walmart
Now I swear to god I'm gon hit my target
Now it's bags on me when I step out in public
Ain't talking racks? That's the end of discussion
Shittin' on niggas, ain't knowing I'm pootin' (Putin)
But to the money I'm rushing (Russian)
If I say it, just know it's real, I don't do no bluffing
Let it be known I'm money hungry, racks inside my stomach
We them big ones, not two, not three, not four
I don't do this just for me, I'm tryna feed my folks
Don't leave before my pockets very large, don't wanna be alone
Cause I can't lie, I feel it coming
Bitch I'm in my zone
Used to look up to my grandmama
Now I walk around with mad commas
I walk in the bank I need a bag for us
All these diamonds around they finna brag for us
Yeah ouu ouu
I done told 'em I'mma be a big one
Hope my mama really proud of me cause I refuse to ever be a victim
That's on my soul, nigga let's rock and roll
Took a flight out of my city, I ain't coming home
LAX or ATL, where you wanna go?
I ain't had no life before so I stay on the road
Yeah
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, nigga, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, nigga, yeah yeah
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Writer(s): Anthony Suazo, Chad Mercer
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