lil double 0 - mr. biggs lyrics
[intro]
(benji, how you do that there?)
yeah, i don’t— ah
d+mn, i’m hurt deep
to witness the funeral
(we love you, perc)
of this fine young peasant man
fine gentleman (oh yes, he was)
a pimp
[verse]
grew up on eight ball and mjg (perc’), n+gga, no r&b (no singin’)
peep insta’, i’m pimpin’ hoes, visa (uh, uh, uh)
just popped a rp curry
i be swervin’, double r, no world peace (yeah)
ayy, too rap cap, i think it work
(couple hoes with the snapback, get ’em on purpose, d+mn)
never took promotion, i’m off comercial
b+tch don’t pop percs, then pull the ho out
i done ran up so much money up off these drugs, without no love i’m takin’ you out (walk ’em out, walk)
d+mn, n+gga, ’til i bleed, uh
sh+t, where i’m from everybody totin’ guns and robbin’ (like it’s easy, n+gga)
let me mix chrome hearts with the louis vuitton, i’ma walk the world like dapper don (ayy, let’s go, let’s go, woah)
all my b+tches one of one
rollie presidential, obama’s son
never had no pop, never had no one, might as well buck your gun
i walked my way down to the top (oh), i kick down door ’cause they ain’t even give me nothin’ (walk down, walk, walk down)
(first you get that money, then you get that power)
i’m a snake baby (ayy), free slime
bro wanna land, straight out the boat (boat)
got off my ass, got in that action
i was young, i couldn’t be bum
whole lotta trappin’ (ayy), ain’t no scammer action (yeah)
rob a n+gga for fun (rob, rob a n+gga)
take his bump
protect road like the pump
know everybody shoot somethin’
we don’t recruit on n+ggas ’cause we the shooters (bang, walk down, uh), you know how we come
pulled a triple+cross on the plug ’cause he wasn’t showin’ love, so we took somethin’
young n+gga, young n+gga, young n+gga move that dope
the real big fire, k!ll murder ho
know that’s for sho’
real beef never gon’ end, the shootin’ never get old (uh, uh, slatt, slatt)
n+gga play, i’ma get in that mode
uh, real gangster street n+gga code
uh, keep bangin’, never snitch and never switch up on the bro
freak b+tch overseas, man, suckin’ d+ck like self+made suckin’ ho (woah, woah)
all this ice on, no snow
draco hit, make a fire blow
double ain’t no rapper, i’m a walker, i don’t cap and this for sho’
all them n+ggas, they done ran from me (walk down), plan jammed on me (walk down), might up me a pole (uh, uh, slime)
from boy to man, from poor to more
sh+t, i ran it up, ain’t change for somethin’
n+gga don’t come outside ’cause we the ones that score (uh, uh)
sh+t, they say time don’t matter this sh+t
(pimp walk, straight j pimped the ho, uh)
touchdown on brad pitt with the ‘bow
i could show you a trick to get money from ‘bow (walk down)
young n+gga wanna be big like mr. biggs
he got hit with that switch (now it’s better act quiet, boy)
uh, he say he a street n+gga (uh, uh), got locked (ayy), turned to an r&b singer
can know that n+ggas ain’t walking down (uh), we the ones come with the reaper (uh, walk, walk, walk, walk)
heard the chop down (walk), we spray a hundred+round (yeah) and shot all of these people, n+gga
can’t close my eyes, i might see death, uh, walk a n+gga world down all by hisself, without no help
eight ball and mjg, i’m goin’ out mr. biggs like mr. biggs (uh)
lil double o sp+ce and pimpin’, walk through memphis with that switch, uh
[outro]
uh, walk ’em out
walk ’em out, walk ’em down
walk ’em
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