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danny v - biddie machine (feat. bigbruthachubba & cheesey chazz) lyrics

[hook]
i don’t snapchat unless that -ss fat
when that hoe hit up on my phone i make that -ss clap
blowin up my phone
but when i’m in the zone, well that’s that
got my biddie machine by my side
and you know when i want imma wax that, yeah

[verse 1: bigbruthachubba]
you know what i want imma wax that
go to the bank and the cash stack
had to talk to her cuz that -ss fat
n-gg- get back, get back
in the crib rolling big wraps
smokin weed call it kit-kat
i know you n-gg-s really see that
that a n-gg- really livin, yah
yeah n-gg- really living this sh-t man
2016 beamer boys yuhdigg
ha, chubba!

[verse 2: danny v]
imma hit it like never before
best in the game, imma settle the score
gettin some brain then i’m gettin some more
sh-t i’m in love with my cellular phone
they blow up my notifications
lettin me know that they waitin
pullin up all of my pages
postin some sh-t like we datin (no way hoe!)
figure it out or i’m kickin you out
i’ll unfollow and block you and dip out yo house
when my phone got the ring on, ya b-tch take her ring off
go up in her room she takin every little thing off
wake up confused on the floor of the room
then i go get some food and i open my phone
you textin and snappin you diggin my rappin
but i ain’t about it, i’m hittin the road
yeah, yeah i’m hittin the road
tell that lil b-tch come and get at my shows
tell that lil b-tch buy a ticket fasho
if she wasn’t so crazy i’d hit it fasho
yeah my biddie machine heatin up like a stove
don’t touch it, it’s hot
when they snappin and textin and hittin my messages
it burn a hole in my pocket, yah
they hear my flow and wanna cop it, yah
hittin on my phone you gotta stop it, yah
first i gotta make a little profit, yah
i hit a show, cut a check and deposit, yah
me and chubba in the c-ckpit, yah
me and chucky, yeah we got this, yah
we came a long way from the prom house
high school hoes h-t our phones tryna bring us to they moms house

[bridge: danny v]
you would think these b-tches terrorists
they blowin up my phone
you would think they failed they drivers test
they hit me like a cone
now i only got like 5 percent, i think it’s time to go
but before i do i think it’s fair to let these b-tches know that-

[verse 3: cheesey chazz]
dropped off the 6 and i got me a 7
i love this f-ckin phone, b-tches h-t me every second
i love this f-ckin room, makin hits, we gon be legends
man i’m so f-ckin stoned, i been smokin on this lettuce
my b-tches always textin, their parents never home
so i hit em with the message
“is you tryna give me dome? is you tryna smoke a bowl?”
my machine it finna blow
she got comments on my pic, so i know she want the d-ck

hahaha, man you k!lled that sh-t!
shout out the whole milk team man
earlthepearll, bigbruthachubba
yeah man, dizzy rich!

- danny v lyrics

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