Testo Meant Dat - Big Boogie feat. CMG The Label
Testo della canzone Meant Dat (Big Boogie feat. CMG The Label), tratta dall'album Meant Dat
Ha
Boo' (yeah)
(Damn, Marlo, stop playing)
Big Dude (big dude, big dude, baby, big dude)
I run this shit, nigga
Frrt
(Ayy, Carter Z, you going too crazy)
Check this, bitch, bitch, I'm a rich nigga right
Now (bitch, I'm a rich nigga)
I'm thanking my haters for keeping (ooh), my name hot (ooh)
Big dude living it right now (I'm like that)
Bad bitch toxic, I'm giving her back shots
I got her drilling it right now (oh, oh)
She told me she love me
I told her you moving too fast
You killing me right now
(Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up)
Bitch, I'm the hottest nigga in the country
(Boog)
I got her feeling me right now
Not friendly with niggas, I'm friendly with triggers, on me
You can get this shit right now (rrr)
I'm talkin bout literally right now (right now)
Kung-fu chopsticks, fight now (hwah)
Backward Aeroplane, kite now (gone)
I'm swinging my chains, no lights now (ice)
I'm throwing that meeting to tell all my niggas to chill out
We hot as tamales
My Haitian, he hungry, but don't want no food
My lil homie want him a body (roo)
These niggas brag about what they done did
Bitch, he ain't shot nobody (bitch, he ain't shot nobody)
How you gone rat on your nigga? He shot for you nigga (how?)
You know that ain't solid (how? How?)
Ain't no pressure on seversehit on Earth, them facts bitch
Check out my pockets (check on them)
Smoking on dead neem profit (gone)
I8 all star serve sace (ooh)
Big dude, baby, no cocky (ooh)
Ten millimeter, big beam, shoot rockets (boom, boom)
Internet killers be sloppy
How you gone win against me and I'm poppin (I'm Boog)
CMG dissing, I don't rock it (rock it)
Niggas don't like me, they know I'm the topic (I'm the topic)
They wanna be me
They look at my pictures and statuses ready to copy
(See boo look at em)
Bitches be groupies bout all these rappers
They really fuck with who poppin (go look at em)
These whack-ass niggas be flopping
Rush Hour bullets be chopping (frrt)
Lambo ride with extendo
Dread head murder hanging out the window (Window)
Mimi slide in a sprinter (skrrt-skrrt)
Its aunty Mimi jump out the rental
Murder forever on go, who wanna know?
We got the info (info)
We hot that work like a stove we got them bows trap out the bando
Slide in the city with cracks and choppers (rrrr)
We tryna slide (gone)
We tryna catch us an opp, they be talkin on Facebook, pussy gon die
My niggas dump out whatever
They driving whatever, just long as it drive
Them niggas killed my lil brother
It's cool on murder don't think that you sly
Niggas bitches ain't gon slide treat an opp pool water we'll drive
Catch him at the wedding pussy nigga sweating
Fucked em we knocked off the bride (cool)
Brent and Jim and Q fucked up my head long nights still crying (damn)
Soon as I get off the road
A vest and a T-shirt them niggas dying (frrt on me)
They got me fucked up (fucked up)
Draco a rabbit it jump up (rrr)
Murder like clippers get touched up
Toxic oil mama I'm fuckin her guts up (ooh ooh)
I act like a fool, dummy
Pockets, they crip got blue hundreds (it got blue hundreds)
Bitch I'm a shoes junky (shoes junky)
Prada my kicks a few hundred (a few hundred)
Big Boogie
See my young niggas gon slide you understand?
You feel me?
But the true part about this shit
My sisters gon slide just as hard you understand? Fuck it
All these suckers
I've been seeing you hating for a long time man (blrrrd)
But that shit on stop nothing man
Ayy, man, we big dog stepping nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Mario Garcia, John Lotts, Carter Zwart, Mitchell Dean
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