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c-dawg & mcneezy - big baller lyrics

[verse 1: mcneezy]
the beat go hard, young money k!llin’ but the beat go small
young money k!llin’ but the beat get charged, give me some sp-ce with that beat solar
run with the sign, everybody hate when i spit and i rhyme
boy you don’t know that i’m takin’ the time i’m outta my mind
i’m all for the climb i’m trying to shine
[verse 2: c-dawg]
you haters should listen and bring compet-tion i’m curvin’ these chicks like i’ve always been pitchin’ the flow is infectious
i brought penicillin along with jake villain you’ll be in your feelins
forget premonitions i’m makin’ decisions and using the vision
i know y’all agree with me n0body pleasing me
you never could run with the scenery
[verse 3: mcneezy]
c-dawg go way back he wanna stay with the rake stacks
i got bad with the fake tags but i’m all in to erase that
it started off on an age mac, carried round in my backpack
go in with the fake plaque i’m so real i don’t need slack
[verse 4: c-dawg]
dub be a beast on that mic it’s so wavy
all of my exes ain’t nothing but crazy
catch em’ all sleepin’ just call me tom brady you wanted the rabbit i feel like i’m shady oh man
just lookin’ to finish these rappers at last ain’t n0body should pay me
i’m sick i’m a dawg i commit to the grind i ain’t mess with no lady
[verse 5: c-dawg]
staring at me cause i’m better than you
get down with the movement i stay with the crew
shoutout to the bird don’t you see what it do
warned all you rappers to stay out the view
mcneezy a rapper you missin’ the cue, album will drop and there’s nothing to prove
a k on the side like i’m coaching for duke, who’s catchin’ us now i could not have a clue
[verse 6: mcneezy]
i admit got the west coast flow, on the east coast but the west don’t know
from suburban country roads to these crazy sold out shows
i was taking time with this, in the lab just making hits
all my haters throwing fits, on the come up k!llin’ it
[verse 7: c-dawg]
i been on top, tacko fall, numbers flashin’ never got the call
take yo girl, gelo ball you got a better chance at playin’ racketball
ring season don’t you mess with me, i’m on that level that steph would be
i got sean cutting checks with me my flows a penalty so grab a referee, aye

- c dawg mcneezy lyrics

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