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big homiie g - perfect tyming lyrics

[intro: big homiie g]
(honcho on that beat, word, say less)
uh, peep diss
mm, mm, three hundred and i had them missin’
i been layin’ back for the people who—
woah

[verse 1: big homiie g]
they constantly askin’, “where you been at, g?” like i been missin’ (missin’)
i been layin’ back focused, peepin’ all these n+ggas dissin’ (i see them)
you gon’ have to pray the lord with you once i catch up with you
we turn handguns into fullies, you can’t dodge a hundred bullets
you can’t dodge a hundred shots, this switch gon’ chase you, leave you rottin’
this that mula g back+to+back v’s, two peas in a pod

[chorus: big homiie g]
this that, “man, there go them boys, they makin’ too much noise” (woah)
this that, “we can’t keep up with them, they got too much goin'” (d+mn)
this that yeah, she f+ckin’ us, you better not make her yawn (no)
last week had her with me, we d+mn near made a p+rn (ugh)

[verse 2: big homiie g]
over s+x and drugs (drugs), i forgot where we was (where we was)
she go in, off her a perky, i like drankin’ more (i like drank)
i might tell her when we f+ckin’ but i’m not in love (no)
gotta book me for a holster, step inside the club (yes)
the way these tris just hit my tongue, i just caught a buzz
and i’m dolo, n+gga, i don’t kick it just because
[verse 3: dee mula]
i don’t kick it just because, it cost for me to come outside
wanna see me book a show, this go ’round might be twenty+five (n+gga)
how the f+ck i’m scared? i’m doin’ shows and post the lo’ on live (dah, dah, dah)
fully arp, binary triggers on that big 45 (dah, dah, dah, dah, dah)
i got too much money right now, i advise you n+ggas, run, go hide
it take money to go to war, that’s why i ran my sh+t up high
case they try to play with dee mula, i set this b+tch on fire
talkin’ to myself when i walk out the house, you better not die (i ain’t goin’)
me and g like boosie and webbie, off the juice, i’m in heaven
they tried to bite the style, they can’t, one of one like eleven
i get high no depression (high), this drank just boostin’ my leverage
ayy, this that h+llcat music (skrrt), cut the track off, get messy

[verse 4: dee mula]
hey, this that take a n+gga b+tch and f+ck her like she yours
hey, this that grown man business, this not for lil’ boys (cha+cha, boom)
hey, this that where my cup at? pour me up, ayy, slow me up
man, this that feelin’ when you throw them percs back, they tore me up (ugh)
[verse 5: big homiie g & dee mula]
this that girl, you know you fine, you can’t suck on my d+ck (cha+cha, no)
this that when i pop outside, gotta have that firestick (skrrt, bah)
this that when i’m in the club and i play nothin’ but i sh+t (dah, dah, doo)
this that g and mula drop, this that perfect timin’ (let’s go)

- big homiie g lyrics

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