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big mali - first and last statement lyrics

[intro]
yeah you b-tches know what the f-ck it was
mali nsb in this b-tch
broke -ss hoes

[verse]
b-tch stop actin’ like you know me
i’m not your f-ckin’ homie, lil’ b-tch switched on me
you was actin’ funny when i started gettin’ money
now you lookin’ sad, hatin’ by your lonely
f-ck a friend b-tch, yeah you owe me
glock to your face, now you shakin’, sayin’ sorry
and now i want a foreign red rarri
two seater, b-tches hatin’ when i pull up to the party
thirty round drum make a b-tch reminisce
keep a fully loaded clip on my hip
you still paintin’ pictures when i’m really outside
all my n-ggas in the field shootin’ sh-t
they was mad then, they probably mad now
yeah i probably got ’em all p-ssed
send them hollow tips if you wanna sneak diss
and i bet they won’t miss, b-tch
n-gga he ain’t with it, chopper knockin’ off his fitted
and i’ll send his body home into the ground
he say he really with it but he shakin’ in his boots
when his f-ckboys not standin’ around
silence on that b-tch, let it hit
and i bet a hundred you ain’t hear a f-ckin’ sound
mali nsb on the beat, b-tch you already know
that we came to blow you down
i don’t give a f-ck about no b-tch
who ain’t on sh-t, who speakin’ on me
b-tches that be lyin’ and they bluffin’
’cause they know that d-mn well that they ain’t step in the street
yeah i’m with the bullsh-t, the carryin’ that tool sh-t
two big glizzies with a beam
came out the trenches, b-tch you know i’m tryna get it
and you already know it’s on me
cheap -ss b-tch, no money, still walk around
in the same clothes from last week
two magazines, thirty each, sixty bullets
thirty for your chest, thirty for your team
n-gga on some real f-ckery, f-ck with me
got the g-17 with the beam
yeah it’s f-ck you, pay me
ar-15 if you playin’ with the cheese
i don’t f-ck with you or your bro, only me
on the gang, all my boys nsb
take a n-gga sh-t off the street
mask up on me, late night robbery
yeah i’m doin’ me, f-ck the beef, i’ma eat
i’m a g, now you layin’ in a sheet
pick up the piece with a heat
19 with a beam, it ain’t red, b-tch it’s green, broke b-tch

[outro]
mali nsb in this b-tch
all you whack -ss hoes, uh-uh

- big mali lyrics

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