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bigbabygucci - major distribution lyrics

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[intro: bigbabygucci]
i’m just callin’ the money, girl, i’m tryna see just how you feel
acting like you don’t want this no more, come on, girl, be for real
major distribution, i don’t even need a record deal [?]

[chorus: bigbabygucci]
pick up, girl, i know you see me calling
i been waiting for ya since august
i’ll push him back like a barber
i done raised n+ggas, not the father
wrist in the pot, vince carter
i can’t even tell ya what’s what
me or my d+ck, what’s harder?
had a lil’ b+tch named autumn
[verse 1: bigbabygucci & yesterday]
i ain’t never fell for a b+tch
leave low ‘fore you get stitched
heard ya throwin’ fits ’bout a ho
your attitude don’t speak rich
n+ggas cryin’, stayed up in they feels
hands crampin’ signing all these deals
pop the trunk and stand up in the field
yeah, okay, i take a flight for the beds
she’ll take a flight for the man
bird b+tches fightin’ for the bread
i ain’t never write what i said
me and two b+tches fightin’ in the bed
my shooter said he gon’ skype me when he dead
he finna cross border, no f+ckin’ with feds (mmm+mmm+mmm)

[verse 2: yesterday]
uh, better leave them b+tches on read
i spent too much on the meds
these n+ggas not built like me
bad with the benz, jumped off the ledge
i need that head, got a top fetish
smack down, call the coroner, the medic
n+gga wan’ talk, we want the beef
we pull up, n+gga, we did it
i got the trap going on a sunday
i’m smokin’ pound, ‘kay, and i’m in london
i made it flip, i got a brick
i broke it down right to a onion
glock spittin’ fye, it’s like a dragon
watch yourself when you step in this dungeon (dungeon)
i got one step in your function (function)
spent three+hundred, that’s for a luncheon
had a b+tch who talk when we hunchin’
wi+fi lit, connect like a ‘junction
[bridge: bigbabygucci]
we don’t want stains, b+tch, no touchin’
my id say mclovin
i had to cut off your song
ain’t n0body tryna hear that rubbish
i’m tryna f+ck, b+tch, no rubber
thick b+tch guzzle d+ck like a hummer (hummer+hummer+hummer)

[chorus: bigbabygucci]
pick up, girl, i know you see me calling
i been waiting for ya since august
i’ll push him back like a barber
i done raised n+ggas, not the father
wrist in the pot, vince carter
i can’t even tell ya what’s what
me or my d+ck, what’s harder?
had a lil’ b+tch named autumn



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