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big fuckin nut - new lyrics

aye, but this that new me
that glock 9 fn, i keep em too clean
we sprayin’ the block, he ain’t know i had 2 liter
that’s one to his top. i know he dead but you can’t fool me
that’s four in the pop, i like the colors in promethazine
choppin’ the opps, i ain’t lying, seen it in my dreams
bought a whole glock, my momma think that i am trippin’
aye, but this the new me
chop with the stick, that b+tch longer than a semigo
this some sh+t you ain’t never seen, b+tch i’m the billy goat
tryna flip the switch on me, b+tch acting silly hoe
dawg throwin’ fours like he that, b+tch lemme drive the boat
i ain’t even got my l’s, i hit the dash though
now we in mansions, remember living out that bando
know i took a risk, lil baby, to make a band though
aye, now lemme stop it

i been running in and out of town, i brought a glock in
who that at the door, seen a fiend, why that n+gga knockin’
why he gettin’ low, i hit him clean before that n+gga duckin’
say he unpr+nounced, they think he dead, you know i say f+ck it
somethin’ like curry. i drop 30, i’m a walkin’ bucket
trip when i popped him, i ain’t mean to shoot him in the stomach
good on a b+tch, think about me when you givin’ lovin
up in the stick, i use it right and put it to yo b+tton
aye, you in a situation
f+ck a white b+tch, i think i’m stickin’ with them thick blasians
good cookie wood, now i’m high up in the himalayas
thuggin’ like suge, i hit his block, you know we bout to spray it
i just popped a pill in front of momma and she cool about it
why you tryna clean a dirty block, ain’t sh+t new about it
i just prayed to god that he prepare me for my new surroundings
i just got this new lil [?] and i had to pound her in

rip bean, f+ck a 9, i’m clutchin’ two 4’s
rip lake, she the reason why i drive 4’s
rip the past, i ain’t dead, i’m feelin’ new though
word to my granny, she the one that got me through though
grew around boss, drop yo head, now we salutin’ him
got a new k. he wanna leave but i put two in him
ain’t no l choppa seen, i put the flute in him
yeah i really knew that n+gga, i went to school with him
tryna always stick to a b+tch, but i be choosin’ em
use to dream of srt’s but now we cruisin’ em
dawg droppin’ bodies with presses, i think he mutin’ em
popped him in the office, brains leakin’ on that cubicle
took away b, too young but he gon’ ball in heaven
home alone, i make my move, we bout to pop kevin
n+ggas sendin’ shots. think we hoopin’, no this ain’t seven
dawg say he hate throwin’ hands, he like a livin’ weapon

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