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big will - dabb on 'em lyrics

the work, it do magic like criss angel
i’m sellin’ more chickens than bojangles
we shoot the chopper from your head to your ankle
so many chains on my neck, they get tangled
i’m in atlanta sipping texas ranger
to atlanta cuz my goons, you can’t tame them
my n-gg-s bangin’ gd, twist your fingers
mystikal 45, that b-tch come with danger
so many b-tches they callin’ me gigolo
got a fox on my back, not talkin’ vivica
all of these n-gg-s they mimickin’
most of the money got energy
whippin’ up chemicals
swag is not usual (wow)
duffle on my back for lucifer
jumping and capping out these cubicals
never made honor roll
i’m in the top and you falling like dominos

i lost my feeling for women
when i learned how it feel to thumb thru the benjamin
due to the fact that my rollie’s a fifty
arm & hammer like i’m john henry
professor klump pockets, i’ma chemist
racks on me like i’m playing tennis
hundred thousand on my new bentley
spend a hundred thousand on my friend b-tch
gold like i’m (?), shining
i’m selling 16’s, ain’t talking bout rhymin’
i’m looking for drops to change the climax
no comprendo if you ain’t about peso
got the clay and serve if for, call it clay-doh
i think i heard my front door
go get a skurr, 100 bricks for diego

speaking of the yayo, young guapo young guapo he all about peso
switcharoo on your main b-tch, me and my n-gg-, h-ll nah i won’t date hoes
you speaking about christian louboutin, we’ll get ‘em in by the caseload
i’m a boss like rozay, young guapo got n-gg-s on the payroll
we used to it, not new to it, just stacking out the paper
wen’t from standing on the block, to smoking og in skyscr-per (top floor condo)
my n-gg-s got bean, no lasers
cavalli my jeans, ten chains on with a versace blazer

(longway, b-tch)
longway reloaded, blood on my blue benjamin like a crip runner, trap will blow his out
balenci’ givenchy, i trap it down
half naked b-tches give me bubble bath, longway nino brown
put the foot in the cage just to break a pound
fiend and fork, they want the brown sugar
sneakin’ n geekin’ in sugar hill
b-tches suck my d-ck tryna get it shooting
longway put the b-tch out with the work
pablo my plug and mr. pablo, cop the lil b-tch’s (?)
at the chevron rolling up a doobie
taking pictures, this ain’t no camera, you a movie
longway goin’ thru groovy
longway gone, boy you groovy?
and my backwood stuffed crushed fruity
and i don’t wanna f-ck the b-tch if she ain’t cuban
the b-tch gon’ juug me a cuban
and my rolex luger
strawberry, vanilla, chocolate three scoops
my diamonds confused her
she think she on ruffies
diamonds from africa, shine from africa
fresh out the banana boat
we come for the dope and we (?)
i make the white boy jump and my wrist a kilo
i have them bow down to me like i’m out on in dimensions
choppin’ bricks at the penintentiary
d-mn, a young n-gg- threated
over a hunned of ‘em f-ckin with the b-tches
hold it down, these n-gg-s snitching
i’m the reason why you n-gg-s creeping
young n-gg- do it for the hood
chopper with a wood grain
young n-gg- bangkok, call me hanc-ck
chopper still got the chicken dreadlock
you b-tch in the film for the bedrock
p-ssy -ss n-gg- caught a case, said he’s deadlocked
turned around, shot them with the same glock

longway said he shot them with the same glock
young n-gg- feeling like 2pac
i’m still with hitting n-gg-s with the re-rock
(?)
they going in front, but don’t panic
they calling me quavo, the stick ’em up bandit
they want the chopper, i let them have it
we hop on the pj, running atlantic
young n-gg-s running ’round like bulletproof
tryna f-ck the migo, better n-gg- shoot
deuce deuce, pocket rocket in the vip booth
now you wanna ask me what you do
wet diamond like a swimming pool
had to spend two thousand for my jilla shoes
young quavo whipping up the chemical
h-ll nah, n-gg- never finished school
(?)
i got your b-tch, wanna leave her junkies in it
mama she told me “go get the b-tch”
i putted my wrist in the water, it started swimming
on the north side we were really getting it
and i’m sunken, i’m spinnin it, longway in it
we were road running, f-cking up the city
pablo, guapo, peewee independent

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