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big mali - for the record lyrics

for the record lyrics
[intro]
gang, b+tch
the f+ck?
(what’s up, man? come in)
uh
ayy, ayy

[chorus]
ayy, for the record, i ain’t finna front for the records (no)
this glizzy ain’t just for protection (uh+huh)
them bullets hit, blessing a blessing, put him on a stretcher
we sendin’ him off like a message
i bet he gon’ feel my aggression when i smith & wesson
if i think he makin’ confessions (he tellin’, he rat)
and b+tch, no, i can’t even lie (no)
it’s a g on the end of this fye (bah)

[verse]
put a beam on the top of his eye
make him fly like a plane, put that b+tch in the sky (he gone)
and i ain’t finna talk about ties ’cause they all on my side
yeah, they know how i rock (crip)
and a b+tch got a deal, but i signed
but i’m still independent, i move on my time (uh+huh)
when i spit, my sh+t hot like an iron (it’s hot)
labels callin’, they like how i rhyme
but they don’t understand this sh+t came out the rocks
i need a mil’ and that’s straight off the top (uh+huh)
i could run this sh+t up just by movin’ the blocks
but i hopped on the beat for the price of the drop (come on)
bro broke the law so he dipped from the cops
and he still on the bend while he sendin’ them shots
he tell lil’ 3 to go bust at the opps
he gon’ spin like a fan or a wheel or a top, come on (come here)
ready, lil’ b+tch, is you ready? (yeah)
i got that tommy like keisha in belly
i just got the drop, on the way to your telly
he gettin’ attention, he singin’ like melly, what else?
my n+ggas, they strapped like a belt (yeah)
he see the fye, then he freeze and he melt
he gon’ close like a book, put him up like a shelf (uh+huh)
they come back like a hook just to f+ck up his health
[chorus]
ayy, for the record, i ain’t finna front for the records (no)
this glizzy ain’t just for protection (it ain’t)
them bullets hit, blessing a blessing, put him on a stretcher
we sendin’ him off like a message
i bet he gon’ feel my aggression when i smith & wesson
if i think he makin’ confessions (uh+huh)
and b+tch, no, i can’t even lie (uh+uh)
it’s a g on the end of this fye (bah)

[outro]
gang, b+tch
the f+ck?
you already know what the f+ck goin’ on
nsb, put ’em on a tee, that’s on c+r+i+p
send them shots where you stay, a f+ck n+gga gon’ lay
any rap n+gga wanna play, on gang

- big mali lyrics

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