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big homiie g - no adlibs lyrics

[intro]
turn me up yc

[verse 1]
woah
i don’t know why these n+ggas hatin’ on me
i got a check, i waited days on it
i put my life down on these beats, i’m ready for whatever, whoever on it
i ain’t never tuckin’ my chain, gotta see this ice
n+gga really spent too much on it
i told my n+gga we up and i got him for life
give a f+ck if they wrong or they right
they say i’m next up for a deal
i say i’m independent with a mil’
i’m in my section fresher than b+tch
these rose gold cubans give me the chills
i can’t be rockin’ whatever ain’t real
i spent a 50 ball for a grill
i keep a burner with me, [?], give a f+ck how you lil’ n+ggas feel
i’m f+ckin’ off with the tris’ when i can’t get the wock’
i’m sick as h+ll, need me a doc
i’m paranoid off these percs and this car followin’ me
let him have it when i hit the block
i’m fresh off the road countin’ up my money
my son say “d+mn, dad, that’s a lot”
i’m smellin’ like tom ford on a yacht
she want me to love on her, but i’m not
i’m tryna burn her head off the top
[bridge]
yeah
naw, forreal, i’m already up
i’ont want nun outhcha but some head, baby, ya know what i’m sayin’
i ain’t tryna lock in witcha
i ain’t tryna, nahmean, be him

[verse 2]
nah, i ain’t tryna be your hubby
lyin’ to me everyday like you love me
you get in your feelings everytime you f+ck me
callin’ me fat, broke, and ugly
this money make a n+gga handsome and chubby
these n+ggas be cuffin’ these b+tches for nothing
i’m tryna move on soon as i nut
we goin’ hard, got my hand in her b+tt
we goin’ hard, got my hand in her mouth
f+ckin’ her good, make her holler “ouch”
it’s 8:30 in the morning, i’m geeked
i’m full of yellow, i ain’t had no sleep
i’m who they see when they turn on tv
tryna do right, but i’m still in the streets
tryna do right, but i’m still doin’ wrong
i ain’t gon’ stop till a f+ck n+gga gone
i ain’t gon’ stop till a f+ck n+gga dead
here go a bag, bring me his head
i ain’t squashin’ sh+t, i said what i said
i got ’em cliquin’ up with n+ggas scared
i got ’em cliquin’ up with n+ggas spooked
you the type to see a n+gga, don’t even shoot
i’m the one ridin’ lamb’, stars in the roof
we the ones invented choppas in the coupe

- big homiie g lyrics

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