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lil bing and big flake - house party lyrics

{big flake}

man it’s like man
peace and chained up ridin off peter pan
ion give a f-ck no flake be the man
choppin up the block cuz i’m ridin off fans
hold up dog i gotta partna named stan
i represent the down south, n-ggas talk down i bust out they mouth with a grill, no i’m for real, ima let these n-ggas know what’s the d-mn deal
they call big flake, i represent the south, ion give d-mn f-ck n-ggas f-ck em all, f-ck dem d-mn boys, bust out my taurus ion give a d-mn cuz you know i’m making noise, yes i gotta loud gots to get crunk, if i’m on the block you know i gotta wave a trunk
i gotta put up a stereo and turn it loud, ima go wreck the whole m-th-f-ckin crowd
yes i’m big flake i go hard in the paint
when i’m on stage them hoes just faint, them hoes crazy, going book wild, i’m been gettin crazy since i was a lil child, yes big flake get crunk and what dance, ion give a got, i got them ants in my pants, ima shake it up and ima go to bake it up, it’s big flake man ima bake it up and hit the d-mn what corner, slangin marijuana, all these d-mn hoes betta get the f-ck off of, my f-ckin d-ck my jock ima go hit block, i’m makin sh-t hot man i’m not stoppin, is like man, boys don’t feel me, ion give a d-mn cuz these haters wanna k!ll me, all up in the studio, with my boi sen, this money to spend we throw in the wind (uh man)

{lil bing}

slammin doors on them boppas as i roll on choppaz, waving trunk on them poppas drop the top on the droppa
hit the bubble like stii while i drop the bumpa kit in the vocal booth at the bas-m-nt with big tig
im not needy i’m not diddy but ya girl wanna get with me if came on rap city, i’ll still serve a 50, on trl with the carson daily, did a track with jay-z and it’s a fact we stay gs, and my name is lil bing ima sw-ng ima swing, drippin candy green in the bubble submarine, i done crawled in the slab my n-gga taz gotta jag, mr. act bad in then yellow hovercraft, gotta bad broad and she do what say
with beyonce im ridin blue ova gray, man i’m known for wreckin it’s that meskin latin legend rappin like a mac 11 with one hundred point 7, the house party i drink bacardi, pop the trunk with the remote next to my lexus car key, got a drop top candy blue ferrari, i could pull bopps if i drove a harley
pack a crome barretta unda my iceberg sweater, at the playboy mansion with hugh hefner, i’m on my grind so you know i’m gon shine, bought 9 pounds of pine from high time
yep i got heart so i’m climbin on the chart my diamonds gon spark on 106 and park, i grab the microphone they gon say that boy gone, bringing hits to the ring like that boy roy jones front page of rollin stones and i’m blowin zones if a n-gga talk down then ima have to smoke your dome, put me up against the best and i’m bet i’m gone wreck, put it down for my set gangsta rhymes for the tec, in the spotlight at hollywood the way i break the mic i think i prolly could, hit the big screens and star in a movie, i guess it’ll be a p-rno cuz ya girl wanna do me
nothing but them frank’s stayin on my paper chase mtvs breakin news lil bing be this case my ride’s got b-ss pack a 9 for you cakes to get a meal ticket how many mics will i break

- lil bing and big flake lyrics

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