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big l - raw & ready lyrics

ayo, showbiz, man
i had this bugged out dream last night that i was the devil’s son, b
i was doin’ some ill sh+t (rest in peace, big l)

[verse 1: big l]
ayo, i gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
gotta put it in my stash and lay low
honies used to walk right past years ago
look at me and laugh, they thought i wouldn’t blow
for real son, it’s a new rebel in town
playa for life, picture l settling down
whenever i’m around, on your girl’s face is a smile
never copping out, i’m taking all my cases to trial
you know my team’s the best, you’ve never seen me stressed
i be еxtremely fresh in thе green gs
how i’m living so far, swell, you can’t scar l
head of the cartel, selling more cakes than carvel
while y’all be on the street corners, bummy and high
i’m out buying the finest things money can buy
i keep it ghetto, but still i’m a fly fellow
who love the cuties no matter if they dark skin or high yellow
and corny rappers i squash and disgrace
none of my bills got washington’s face
one love to all the big w+lly crews and cliques, who’s stacking pools of chips, making moves with bricks, what?
[verse 2: party arty]
a+ty spit it, stunting like baby did it
gd get dirty, all crazy with it
coke from broadway, to the hallway, we did it
smokin all day, me and shorty we hit it
check out the macaroni with a whole lot of cheese
and before i finish, i’m accepting apologies
son, i gotta squeeze at, all y’all n+ggas in here
straight dirty rich n+ggas in here
i’m like a bike, switch b+tches in gear, you like mike, bouta end your career, bigger than fear, my n+ggas is here
f+ck crystal, gimme a beer
my cars come with rims, jiggy affairs
i come with timbs
i’m tired of n+ggas trying to rap in my hood
ain’t the first time you get smacked in my hood
yapped in my hood, clapped in my hood
i’m tryna bring a platinum plaque back to my hood
dog, why you up in my sp+ce? (talkin crazy)
spittin all up in my face
gun tucked in my waist, blunt sunk in my face, i let my n+ggas hit yo b+tch first, f+ck it, i’ll wait
i’m in touch with my fate, son, i’m destined to do it
son, i flow like more n+ggas testin the fluid
i am the b, a+ty who you tryin to be?
i think y’all n+ggas doin a little too much admiring me

[outro: party arty]
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