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big dirty - superbaked! lyrics

you would think i chill with ozzy how quick i get a brick missing
po the lean pop a xanax i watch the drink mix in
rolling in the bend they say there go big pimpin
look around myself all i see is big infants
open up my phone all i see big business
thick women, kitchen sink filled with pink liquid
pen or with the fork, with the wrist the kids gifted
saw you standing on the edge like a f-ckin swim grid
just jump just do it jump don’t be a punk
if tryna get crunk just do it just take a b-mp
life can be a dump when you dreaming for too much
over here we having times and we drinking like we street b-ms
hear the beat b-mp shorty feel the heat pump
saw you smoking chicken now i think i need me some
turn the subs on she thought we hit a speedb-mp
f-ckin up with b-ss think it made me punch drunk, love

catch me with that att-tude
catch me smoking chicken chilling on another lat-tude
seen all walks of life so no i don’t think i’m the worst dude
but ill f-ck you up for talking slick do what i have to do
staying in my own avenue

think i was elvis all these impersonators
make me wanna walk up on em like hey bub
shut the f-ck up or get yo -ss f-cked up
busters better check the numbers on the paystub
staying way up we ain’t from the same cut
celebrating with my team like we won the grey cup
find your team chilling at the f-ckin g-y club
ill stay riding in the same truck with the same snub
if you wanna run up get yo funds up
so much ammunition i could load a dump truck
motherf-cker jump up you’ll need some dumb luck
stepping on my shoes all it takes is one scuff
feeling like the number one thug i’m the plug
feeling like its a rainbow of love up above
that’s just cause i just popped a molly rolling up the bud
holding up the lineup at the bank like what the f-ck

i’m a f-ckin cannibal
catch me with a gun so big you load it with a cannonball
give my b-tch a percocet, why you getting so upset
i’m just living my life i’m just tryna make a cheque
br-ss knuckles handgun with the bayonet
smoking on them cigarettes every time i get the stress
f-ck you khaled we the best, 403 come test
gun so big give you cardiac arrest
citizens in fear, militants impressed
stay smoking on that heavy sh-t
f-ckin with a steady b-tch
i might f-ck it up for no reason
take your chevy split
out the f-ckin driveway
take ya alize
i didn’t want it anyway
i just wanted you to pay
had to coupe away
f-ckin with these b-tches probably wanna key my brand new paint
had to see whats new today open up the paper al see is my own f-ckin face
that should be a sign to stop, i won’t ever pump the brakes

- big dirty lyrics

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