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big fuckin nut - on god lyrics

(chorus x2)
baby on god, i know some n-ggas wanna lay me down
baby on god, you know my glocky shoot a hunnid rounds
we prayin’ to god man, i don’t wanna put that drum down
we praisin’ the mob we slidin’ blocks catch me poppin’ out

(verse)
baby say she love me, nah b-tch ion f-ck with you
said he got some bows for the low, i need to cop a few
i’m chillin’, rolling sticky woods, i need to blow a few
better hit the dash on the scene before i notice you
choppa turn a whole hood n-gga into a local dude
if he get to runnin’ choppa put him on the local news
bl!cky changin’ thoughts on some n-ggas, that’s what the glock do
leanin’ got my head to the side, that’s what the drop do

i’m boolin. choppa heated up, i got it coolin
f-ckin three hoes back to back, i know i’m foolin
no i ain’t lying but i got b-tches out choosin
now i’m mixin. i can teach you how to use that kitchen
put the burners on, blow yo wood and get to whippin
i know you smokin double gg, my loud really shipped in
pourin double 3’s in my cup call me scottie pippen
dawg dropped a body in the light no he a know witness

i just had to wipe a n-gga nose, he on that similac
d-mn n-gga i just f-cked yo b-tch and now she too attached
dawg hit his baby mama then he p-ssed the black
three to five whole cookie wood, now i’m laid back

i’m choosin. with this one lil hoe, we out cruisin
i was doin’ donuts with the glock out, i’m foolin
i can really teach you some ways, she into schoolin
baby said she don’t suck d-ck, now she confusin
now i’m trippin. lights fl!ck behind me, caught me sippin
had to hit the tay with my k, you know i’m dippin
all black coup with the smoke is what i’m sittin in
spent a whole 3 on my fit, nah i ain’t fittin in
some dawgs with some heat on they hip, we not gettin in
cuzzo got some straps for the lows, it got the clip with it
dawg got his whole crib took, who he lettin in
i was trappin, movin whole blows since a little kid

but you perfect. i’m looking at yo eyes, i know you worth it
know my head twisted, i got cookie in a bourbon
hittin the dash, 12 behind us and i’m nervous
she gon’ k!ll for the bills i call her uma therman

i call her uma therman

- big fuckin nut lyrics

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