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big nut (lil nutty) - ghost ride lyrics

[chorus]
lil boy tryna drill, he livin’ nice but he ain’t old enough
we gon’ roll him up, ghost ride the whip then we gon’ blow it up
i can’t do no much but i’ma keep the bitch, she cold enough
fuck around and flip a birdie, take the bread and fold ’em up
another dead homie, man they rolled that boy up in the runtz
i could turn yo ass to the dirt, that’s if i want it done
i’m bettin’ on you, fifty on yo head, i bet you wanna run
why you wear yo brother on a shirt if you ain’t clutchin’ nun’?

[verse]
why you talkin’ moves when you ain’t shit? man you should run sum’
why you thinkin’ wit’ yo shit, you die before you got to fuck
if i split a pro wit’ my brotha, he gon’ keep a hunnid
fuck around and got the demons on me, it’s like i’m seein’ sum’
i know i’m ‘posed to hate my opps but i bе closed to mine
we just pullеd up wit’ a choppa, i ain’t know boy was switchin’ lines
we got glocks and we got fifties, heard yo brotha close to dyin’
seen him layin’ wit’ his last breath in him, he close to god
heard that boy was close to god
seen him layin’ wit’ his last breath in him, he close to god
got the whip burnin’, glock in the middle, i spin the block
seen that boy wit’ his kids, i caught him slippin’ by the box

[hook]
7762 on that choppa, bitch it got a kick
caught him on a flippy twitch and shot that boy up in his shit
and ever since a kid i always knew that i’d be bound for this
gotta look up everyday so i can get up outta this
fuck a six, we put ’em twelve feet, i heard that boy a opp
fuck around and pull the switch off the glock and we pull ’em now
when i hit the road for the first time, man i ain’t know the route
but i’ll lay my head and pray to god so i can make it out
so i can make it out, i’m tryna make it out
i’m tryna hit the road one time, just so i can make it out
[chorus]
lil boy tryna drill, he livin’ nice but he ain’t old enough
we gon’ roll him up, ghost ride the whip then we gon’ blow it up
i can’t do no much but i’ma keep the bitch, she cold enough
fuck around and flip a birdie, take the bread and fold ’em up
another dead homie, man they rolled that boy up in the runtz
i could turn yo ass to the dirt, that’s if i want it done
i’m bettin’ on you, fifty on yo head, i bet you wanna run
why you wear yo brother on a shirt if you ain’t clutchin’ nun’?

- big nut lil nutty lyrics

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